Cindy didn’t rush to approach him. She glided across the room with practiced ease, acknowledging others with a polite nod or an enigmatic smile. She saw Peter approach her through the corners of her eyes and got ready for the final part of her plan.
Peter approached Cindy, his dark eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What are you doing here?” he sneered. “Going to extreme lengths, renting a designer dress and a luxury car just to show off? Desperate, even for you.” His words were venomous, but Cindy merely chuckled, unfazed, and moved past him with elegance.