Vivi had sent the message, but Mrs. Hughes did not reply for a long time.
At this moment, Violet Taylor wasn't looking at her phone at all because the spot next to her, originally vacant without a name, led her to believe no one would sit there. Therefore, she settled comfortably in her seat, waiting for the award ceremony for the popular hosts to begin.
Unexpectedly, after a while, the seat next to her sank, and when she turned her head, she saw Maxwell Hughes approaching.
Today, Maxwell seemed somewhat different from usual.
Yet she couldn't pinpoint what was different; she just felt that today, he looked exceptionally handsome.
Especially after seeing his purple shirt and tie, this feeling became more pronounced.
A look of amazement flashed through Violet Taylor's eyes.
Purple...
She whispered softly, "We are wearing matching outfits!"
Maxwell heard her and responded lightly, "Are we?"
His gaze shifted towards the stage, but his eyes were filled with laughter.
