"Mr. Carter." Mia sidled up to Nicholas and Isabelle with a wine glass in hand.
She strategically positioned herself to showcase her best side and said, "Can I steal you for a moment?"
Isabelle's brow furrowed slightly. 'Who's this impolite woman, asking for a private chat with the groom on his wedding day? An old flame, maybe?'
She shot a look at Nicholas with discomfort that she herself didn't even notice. However, she found the same confusion in Nicholas' eyes.
"Excuse me, may I know who you are?" Nicholas struggled to recall but still failed to piece together any useful information about this woman.
Isabelle's eyes darted between them, her curiosity piqued.
Mia's face flushed with embarrassment as her crush didn't recognize her.
"I'm Mia Wood... My dad is Mark Wood," she muttere
