Chapter 10

Elizabeth Walters.

Coming to this occasion just made me realize how boring rich people actually live. I mean, all they were doing was listening to music, talking, and smiling at each other, and that’s literally all.

“Who is she?” A lady asked as I pulled out a chair to sit. Her eyes were questioning my entire existence.

Mr. Creed had agreed to change seats to his father’s, but he had to attend to someone and asked me to come here alone instead.

“Hello,” I say, giving the lady my best smile as I sit down. I could see the resemblance between her and Mrs. Creed. She looked like an exact replica of the woman, only the younger version. Her pale skin drew my att