Lost in conversation with Mr. Dell, Dora didn’t notice the commotion near the door.
Excusing herself to the restroom, she was stopped by a glamorous woman in a red gown—arms crossed, glare sharp.
“Dora ?” the woman snapped. “I’m Iris Wei. Keith is mine—we’ve always been together.
Save yourself the humiliation and leave him.
See this ring? Keith gave it to me.” She flaunted a gaudy diamond, her tone dripping with arrogance.
Dora held back a laugh. She’d just been dumped by Keith, and now his fling was here picking a fight? “Nice eyes—shame they’re useless. Did you forget to take your sanity pills today?”
Iris screeched. “How dare you insult me! You’re just a fling—he’ll get bored of you! Keith loves me—he gave me this ring!”
Dora shook her head. No wonder Keith had dumped her in a month—her temper and lack of taste were abysmal. “Wake up. Delusions aren’t a look. Tasteful elites like Keith value subtlety, not flaunting fake diamonds like a lottery winner. Even if it’s real, you pull it off cheaply.”
Iris’s face contorted with rage—her knockoff ring and mocked taste were her sore spots. “Who do you think you are, b***h!” She raised her hand to slap Dora, but a deep voice cut through.
“Darling.”