As they stepped into the room, someone called her name.
"Miss Isabelle, a pleasure seeing you again."
She turned to look at the not so familiar person.
"Who are you?" she asked, her tone cautious.
The person smiled, a bit too smoothly. "I am hurt you don't recognize me at all." She looked closer, noticing his hair. It looked a bit familiar.
Just then, a celebrity passed by and smiled at him. "Mr. Fred. It's lovely to see you!" she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth.
Mr. Fred. That name… she has heard it before, and then she remembered—he was the man she had seen at the masked ball.
"Do you know him?" Harley asked Isabelle in curiosity.
Isabelle paused, glancing at Fred before responding. "I'm not really familiar with him. Just met him at the party," she said casually.
"So, you do remember me," he said, his voice smooth and dripping with confidence.
