The Wrong Woman

Lillian forced a smile and acted calm. She said, "I don't usually talk about Fenna's job, and I didn't even know General Morrison had such a great assistant like Fenna. Since you two know each other, that's a plus."

Mila casually walked by Lillian and sat down by the bonfire.

A group of people around the same age were chatting nearby, seemingly captivated by Mila's appearance and outfit. Everyone was looking at her as if she were a spectacle.

Lillian approached and announced, "Hey everyone, let me introduce you. This is Wanda Hoffis, General Morrison's wife, the leader of the Norvanian military. She's also the granddaughter of the wealthiest person.

"But things have shifted. The new richest person in Norvania is Avery Talerico, Oliver's wife. Wanda didn't inherit any of that fortune.

"Anyway, let's all enjoy tonight. Eat, drink, and have a blast!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, clearly pumped up.

Mila couldn't fit in the group. While most people there liked drinking, singing, and playing games, she was elegant and more reserved. They were loud and outgoing, but she seemed more comfortable alone. They didn't have much in common or share any interest.

A sharply dressed man walked up to Mila and sat beside her. He seemed eager as he asked, "Are you Wanda?"

Mila nodded.

"Care for a drink?"

Mila politely refused. "No, thank you."

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looked puzzled, "No,

"What about blackjack?"

"No, I don't play."

"Do you enjoy singing?"

shook her head. "I only sing

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have to worry about money for the rest of her life." Lillian's words were dripping with sarcasm and cutting remarks. She sighed before saying, "I feel sorry for us. We weren't born rich, nor do we