Before Anna could even respond, she realized something infuriating—the question wasn't directed at her at all. The girl's gaze never once left him.
Jealousy twisted in Anna's chest. Her arms folded automatically, her foot tapping against the ground as she glared at her husband.
"She's asking you," Anna said through clenched teeth, the smile under her mask clearly forced.
Daniel blinked, slightly caught off guard, his gaze darting between the two women.
The girl, oblivious—or perhaps pretending to be—continued sweetly, "If you don't mind, can I join you? It's just… there are mostly couples here, and I don't want to play alone."
Her tone dripped with sugar, and she tilted her head in an innocent little act that made Anna's eye twitch.
Oh, really? Anna thought. Who said he's alone? Can't she see me standing right here? Hello?
The nerve of this woman—flirting right in front of her.
