"Vivian said that she saw you when Charlos lent you a jacket. It is one of the forms of attention he rarely shows to anyone. By the way, I read the gossip on the internet." Pamela looked at Rissa as if she felt guilty. She bit her lip. "I am so sorry. I saw it by accident. Actually, I wanted to ask you about it today."
"Mel, Charlos will never like me or any woman."
"Rissa, do not be such a pessimist. How could you want to die because of this problem? It does not make sense," said Pamela.
Rissa closed her eyes for a moment. Talking about Charlos only gave her more headaches.
"What really happened at the wedding? I'm curious. Are you guys really dancing? I can barely recognize you. That photo on the internet looks like it is not you, Riss."
"I ... Well, the woman in the photo is me, but not the real me." Rissa sighed. "I danced with Charlos. Esther asked me to represent Kharisma at that time. I didn't expect to meet Charlos there either."
