A mistress confronting her successor—I felt like I was in a daytime drama,

and all I could do was laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Just as my laughter faded, a muffled snicker echoed from behind me. I spun

around, my heart skipping a beat, only to meet the gaze of a man with a

naughty smile and a leather jacket, leaning casually against the wall. “Mrs.

Ferguson’s taste in drama is… unique,” he remarked, with a hint of mischief in

his eyes.

Caught eavesdropping, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly dissipated. “Aren’t

you doing the same?” I retorted.

The man smiled. “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“Well, you have now.” Our banter was cut short as I scrutinized him. “And you

do

straightened up, shedding his

a nod, said, “Mrs. Ferguson,

again.”

another word, he walked away, only to

by her ponytail. “Dorothy, with your kind

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the main player from the sideline, maybe

with

furrowed her brows in anger.

from

warned before letting her go, casting a

at me as if he was about to reveal the truth to his

“That’s why you’re

quick mental rundown of RiverCity’s elite didn’t

dressed down and fitting in effortlessly

Gladys’ 80th birthday bash.

then, my phone

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