"Spit it out, bestie. Do you like Eric Jenson?"
Iris Thorne popped up out of nowhere, immediately hooking her arm around Iris Dalton's and pressing herself against her. She had changed into a light pink tulle evening gown that gave her an ethereal, fairy-like aura. However, her ample assets somewhat disrupted the delicate illusion.
Iris Dalton stared at her, her expression cool and complex.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you feeling guilty?" Iris Thorne, whose cheeks still held a touch of baby fat, looked around sharply as if she had caught her red-handed. She quickly leaned in and whispered in Iris Dalton's ear. "You're Milo Monahan's fiancée! If you like another man, that's cheating!"
Iris Dalton was left speechless. She quietly peeled Iris Thorne's hands off her and shifted to the side to keep her distance. "You sure love sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
