Chapter 207. How Was It?

Marissa did not need the extra jab from her subconscious to take offence at the woman’s tone and attitude, so she pasted on her fake smile as well, more like a gritting of her teeth, as she replied to the woman. “Yes, THE wife,” she said, emphasizing the, and she deliberately stretched out her left hand in a handshake, perfectly displaying her ring finger. She had been looking for something simple and unpretentious to accessorize her dress with, and the ring and a watch seemed fine to her.

Marissa was glad that she had chosen tonight of all nights to have it on, and she smiled inwardly as the woman’s eyes alighted on the ring. Her smile got frostier as she barely touched the tips of her fingers to Marissa’s outstretched hand. Not that Marissa gave a damn anyway, as she barely squelched the urge to wipe off the little piece of her flesh that the silly woman touched.

“I see that your wife is a lefty. How cute!” the woman directed her statement to Bernard, her megawatt smile b