Ana's POV
Aileen wore a crimson dress that clung to her waist, the fabric accentuating every curve of her dancer's lean, graceful form.
Her eyes swept toward the hall I'd just walked out of, a subtle smile playing at her lips. "I understand this is a designer networking gathering. Are you here for the event, Ana?"
Madeline's gaze shifted to me. "Is she your friend?"
I glanced at Madeline. "Don't you have business to handle? Go take care of it. I'll buy you dinner when you're available."
Madeline smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'm heading out then."
Once Madeline departed, I focused on the pair before me. My eyes fell on Ridley's hand positioned around Aileen's waist, and I gave an indifferent smirk. "If I'm not here for the networking gathering, am I here to perform?"
The moment I looked their way, Ridley removed his arm from Aileen's waist.
