"Justin, perhaps your assistant mistook Miss Riley for me."
Charlotte Thompson's voice was soft, seemingly offering a plausible explanation to everyone present.
But who here isn't sharp enough to have already guessed some of the truth from Justin Battleson's inquiry?
If someone mistakes you for another, who would step up to clarify?
"Is that so, Miss Riley?"
Charlotte's gaze, with a hint of amusement, landed on Riley's face, making her feel extremely awkward.
"Ah... yes, I accidentally walked in myself."
Riley's expression was quite unpleasant as she forced a smile, her fingers on the hem of her dress tightening, wrinkling the exquisite, smooth fabric.
"I didn't expect to see Miss Thompson here today. Looks like the auction is about to start, so I'll head to the venue first."
Although Riley knew leaving now might make her a laughingstock, she really didn't want to stay a second longer.
"Goodbye, Miss Riley."
