As you excuse yourself to go to the restroom, Daphne seizes the opportunity to approach Mattheo. With a confident smirk, she places her hands on his chest, leaning in closer. "Hey, how about a dance?" she purrs.

Mattheo's brow furrows in confusion. "Uh, what are you doing?" he asks, his tone sharp.

"Oh, come on," Daphne replies, rolling her eyes. "I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all night."

Mattheo scoffs, moving her hands away from him. "Have you gotten into Theo’s secret stash? Because there’s no way in hell I’ve been looking at you."

Daphne’s expression shifts to one of annoyance as she glares at him. "What’s your problem? I’m just trying to have some fun."

"My problem," Mattheo retorts, his voice cutting through the noise of the party, "is that you think you can come over here and disrespect my girlfriend by putting your hands on me."

Daphne’s mouth falls open, clearly taken aback, but Mattheo doesn’t give her a chance to respond. "You’re not even close to being in her league," he adds coldly. "So, I suggest you turn around and find someone else to bother."

Without waiting for her reaction, Mattheo turns away, his gaze softening as he sees you returning. He moves toward you, leaving Daphne to stew in her embarrassment, completely disregarding her as he wraps his arm around your waist.