Kris froze. That voice... it sounded familiar. Too familiar. It sounded like the voice of the woman he'd tried his hardest to get out of his heart and mind for the past three years without any success.
Suddenly, he was anxious to put a face to the voice, to see the face of the masked woman.
“Wow, what an entrance!" His sister, Susan, gushed but instantly shut up when his mother gave her a hard glare.
“Meet again?"
“What does she mean by that?” the guests whispered among themselves.
“Oh, my apologies," the masked woman on the stage said. “You must be confused by what I said. All I meant was that you don't know who I am yet, but I already know most of you.”
This got the guests even more curious. Who was this woman who was the owner of TT Fashion? What was her name?
“Please, enjoy your
