Chapter 20
- "Miss L? The famous reclusive fashion designer?" Frank arched his eyebrow and questioned, his tone barely camouflaging his incredulity.
- The tension in the room was charged, and one could cut through it with a knife. Everyone's eyes were on Lydia, anticipating her response.
- Lydia, meanwhile, remained indifferent, her face void and bereft of any show of emotion. No one knew what she was thinking.