They humored her for Enrique's sake.
Soon, Roselyn found herself in a dilemma when faced with an elderly foreigner.
If Vanessa remembered correctly, this person should have been a financial tycoon from Greece.
He spoke only his native tongue.
Coincidentally, his translator was absent.
"Mr. Morrison..."
Roselyn bit her lip and glanced at Enrique.
Enrique was thinking about how to resolve the awkward situation when Vanessa walked over, fluently conversing with the man in his language.
He shook her hand, pleased.
Roselyn finally noticed Vanessa.
Vanessa was wearing an identical black evening gown.
Vanessa wore it with elegance.
Roselyn's looked cheap in comparison.
Roselyn clenched her fist unwillingly but still smiled."Vanessa is so talented! You can speak Greece!"
