“It’s you? Eliana, you forgot about me so quickly?”

“Charlotte, you’re the Charlotte Flynn from the last birthday party?” Eliana searched her memory, finally remembering who the girl in front of her was.

“Yes! But I must admit, I went too far last time. I didn’t expect that you’re Mrs. Cunningham.” Charlotte, always competitive, felt a sense of rivalry after hearing Eliana’s beautiful performance last time. But after knowing that she was Dylan’s wife, she felt childish.

“Mrs. Cunningham? Just call me Eliana!” Eliana’s face showed a hint of bitter smile.

“Then I’ll call you Eliana. By the way, isn’t Mr. Cunningham here too? What happened?”

“Nothing, he’s busy with...