I always thought I was born under a bad-luck star, that my life was always shrouded in gloom. But for some reason tonight, I began to wonder whether I was really that unlucky, or maybe the opposite.
Maybe it was because Helcia had such an unlucky life too, so when an unlucky soul met an unlucky body, everything suddenly tilted toward something good.
Did that make sense? Probably not. But honestly, who cared?
"How can we be sure about that?" Maxwell scoffed. "Ms. Delacroix is known for being very private, so no one knows who has worked as her assistant."
Dorian immediately backed him up. "Alright, enough. There's no need to turn this into a big scene."
He glanced around the gala hall, and clearly noticed that most guests weren't eating anymore. They were staring at us, delighting in the drama rather than their expensive dinners.
Honestly, if I were them, I'd let my food get cold too.
