"Ah!"
Tina accidentally knocked over her wine glass. With a startled cry, she stood up in a hurry, frantically trying to wipe the expensive custom gown borrowed from the brand.
"Josie! Why are you just standing there?"
"Bring me some napkins right now!" Tina shouted at Josie, both annoyed and flustered.
"Sure."
As Tina's assistant, Josie walked over to a nearby shelf, retrieved a box of tissues, and handed it to Tina.
Josie's face remained expressionless, though internally she was cursing Tina over and over.
Enough already—handing her tissues was fine, but did she really have to shout her name so loudly?
Hopefully, Evan hadn't noticed.
Josie thought her name was pretty common and unremarkable. It shouldn't draw attention from the four men, especially given her current plain outfit
