Olivia POV
I was blushing the whole evening as Michael would always compliment me when he introduced me to his guests. And I think I had already reached my limit in alcohol, too, as I feel a bit tipsy dancing with him now. Or perhaps it’s his nearness that made me intoxicated.
Michael had already warned a week ago that I can only dance with him, with Ken, and with Uncle Greg. Should there be anyone who attempts to ask me, I should outright turn the person down. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it had not come to that point because Michael never left my side. Though I had a few dances with Ken and Uncle Greg, after which Michael would swoop in and get me.
He is so protective of me, but I could not help but notice the googly eyes of the women on him… and the glares that I have getting. But
