"Well, of course. Think about whose wife we're talking about."
"Look at you, getting all smug. This dress is my proudest creation this year, you know. Would it kill you to compliment me?"
Claire Sinclair turned around and saw Aiden Howkins standing at the door with a beautiful woman. They were the ones who had just been bickering.
'I can't believe Aiden Howkins is bickering with a woman. I've really seen it all now!'
'Speaking of which, who is that woman?'
Noticing Claire Sinclair looking her way, the woman took the initiative to introduce herself. "Mrs. Quincy, hello. I am the designer of the dress you're wearing. You can call me Marina."
'Mrs. Quincy…'
'It sounds so awkward.'
That was what Claire Sinclair thought, but she didn't let it show. She responded politely, "The dress is gorgeous. Thank you."
Aiden Howkins suddenly cut in, "It's about time, Young Madam. This way, please."
Marina said irritably, "Would it kill you to let her praise me a little more!"
