Austin
Austin tilted her head slightly, feigning confusion. A small, glacial smile curved her lips.
"I beg your pardon? " she said, voice smooth as silk. "You must be mistaking me for someone else. My name is Austin Voss."
Sofia stepped forward quickly, her expression unreadable.
She studied Austin's face the way an investor might study a forged signature.
Then the mask dropped into place. She smiled, all teeth and polish.
"Linda, don't be ridiculous," she said lightly, though her eyes never left Austin's. "You've had too much to drink."
Austin's smile didn't falter. In one elegant motion, she tipped her champagne glass forward.
The golden liquid arced through the air and splashed across Linda's face, soaking her white gown in a single, perfect strike.
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