“Mrs. Nicholson, what a coincidence.”
Natasha’s voice was cool, carrying a touch of polite distance. “But isn’t it a little inappropriate for you to stare at my husband like that?”
“Husband?” Dahlia snapped out of her daze. She smoothed down her emotions, returning to her calm, icy composure.
A faint smile appeared on her lips—light, elegant, and tinged with disbelief. “Ms. Harmon, if I recall correctly… you’re not married yet. Where did this husband suddenly come from?”
Natasha had clearly been waiting for this question.
She immediately hooked her arm through Dustin’s, leaning in close as if to make a point. Tilting her pretty face up, she said clearly and confidently, “He’s my husband. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow.”
Her declaration was like tossing a stone into still water—the ripples in Dahlia’s heart were impossible to hide.
Her smile faltered for just a moment. She turned to Dustin again, her gaze deepening with complicated emotions. After a brief pause, she managed to respond in an even tone: