Before Ethan arrived, however, I encountered another familiar face. A woman in a cream-white Chanel suit approached, carrying a white designer bag with light blue patterns.
Her style was seven or eight points similar to mine, and her hairstyle was exactly the same as mine. I initially didn't recognize her but noticed the woman's similar attire and took a second look.
It was Cassandra Evans.
I frowned, feeling as though I was being targeted by something dirty. The blatant imitation was both pathetic and infuriating.
Noticing my gaze, Cassandra stiffened and frowned, walking toward me. "Olivia Winters?"
Cassandra's mind seemed to race, and her expression darkened. I remained seated on the sofa, looking up at her with a mocking smile.
"Oh, it's you," I said with deliberate condescension
