Selina abruptly stopped in her tracks.
Angelica smiled brightly, holding the ski suit up against herself with a playful tone. "You're so good to me, let's go skiing."
Among the crowd of socialites and heiresses, Angelica had always been seen as elegant and composed. Now showing a softer, more coquettish side, she stunned everyone around.
Some instinctively glanced at Selina. Though no one said anything aloud, their eyes said it all:
— How pitiful. She's supposed to be Mrs. Reid, yet she clearly can't compare to Angelica.
— I mean, come on, one is a lifesaver, the other just a woman he married because of family pressure. Who do you think matters more?
— Selina should've known better than to expect anything more.
Angelica lowered her head, hiding her smug smile. Selina, are you jealous now? Finally feeling what it's like to be the one left behind?
She leaned closer to Logan with a faux intimacy. "Logan, I don't know how to ski... can you teach me?"
