Victor quickly rose to his feet.
"Oh, Alicia, it's you. Sorry for the misunderstanding." He picked up his glass with an awkward grin. "I'll drink as an apology."
As he spoke, he poured himself another drink and finished it in one go.
Victor was not the only one who had mistaken Alicia for Lilian.
It was not because the two women looked alike. They each had their own distinct beauty and presence.
The real reason was far simpler.
Ever since Lilian had returned to the country, she had been the only woman Alexander ever brought to gatherings like this.
Among wealthy heirs in their circle, bringing different companions to different occasions was hardly unusual. Victor and several of the others changed dates often enough that no one paid attention anymore.
But Alexander had always been different.
He rarely brought anyone at all.
Until Lilian returned.
So in everyone's mind, if Alexander was bringing a woman tonight, it could only be Lilian.
Certainly not Alicia.
