Immediately there was a pause.
Jessica blinked. Her smile faltered just slightly.
Then, as though trying to regain her balance, she turned and looked at Mark again. Her eyes scanned him quickly, trying to place him. Trying to dig through the flashy events, the countless luxury dinners, the after-parties, the elite family meetings if she has seen him before. Anything.
But her mind came up blank, nothing about Mark felt familiar to her.
His name didn't trigger anything. His face didn't ring any bell. And the more she looked, the more frustrated she became.
Because Cecilia looked so sure. And that annoyed her.
Jessica straightened her shoulders, trying to scoff away the tension she now felt rising. She gave a dry laugh, crossing her arms.
"What are you even talking about, Cecilia?" she finally said, trying to sound dismissive. "If your husband was really popular, then I should know him by now. Don't you think so?"
Her voice grew louder. Meaner.
