"Odette?"
Griffith murmured my name and instinctively quickened his pace.
Halfway toward me, he stopped again.
"It can't be her.
"How could she possibly be at an event like this?
"It must be someone who looks like her."
Still muttering to himself, he took out his phone and dialed my number.
A short distance away, I answered almost at once.
"Hello? Griffith?"
The familiar voice instantly matched the figure in front of him.
Without a word, he strode over.
"Odette? Is it really you?"
His voice shook. He hadn't had time to say anything else.
Annika caught up, visibly suspicious, and looked me up and down.
"Mrs. Renshaw, that gown and jewelry can't be cheap to rent for a day.
"Mr. Renshaw only gives you 3,000 dollars a month. You haven't borrowed money from someone shady, have yo
