“Who are you?” A young but haughty voice asked.

Anika turned in that direction and saw a girl wearing a pink ruffled cocktail dress. She had milky skin, jet-black hair, and her cute face was a contrast to her snobbish expression.

“I know everyone assigned to this table. This is my first time seeing you,” She squinted his eyes as she studied Anika.

Anika blinked and answered hurriedly.

“I’m Anika,”

The girl tilted her head and raised a brow. Anika? She thought for a while and remembered something. Anika seemed to be the name of the newlywed wife of the Albrecht family.

“You’re Mrs. Albrecht?” She asked again.

Anika nodded,...