Briena grabbed her hand to stop her. "Don't create a scene. Ivan won't be happy," she said, then turned to Natalie. "I don't see your husband around. Are you ashamed to bring him along because he's a gigolo?"
Natalie, who had been quiet until now, smirked lightly. "Aren't you having enough these days that you need to look for someone else's husband now?" Her gaze traveled over Briena's body. "You look entirely fine—it seems like that wasn't enough."
Briena's face drained of color. "W-What do you mean? Are you jealous that Ivan and I are doing well together?"
Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Only Ivan?"
Briena swallowed hard, panic creeping into her mind. The shoot has been kept a secret. She doesn't know anything about it, does she?
Concealing her anxiety with a smile, she quickly picked up a glass of wine. "Let's celebrate your success with a toast."
Natalie looked at the extended glass with a cold smirk, then picked up her own wine glass and raised it toward Briena.
Clink!
