Riley forced a strained smile. "Then I'll take you up on that next time—if Mrs. Reid doesn't mind the trouble."
Selina put on an act, looking touched. "Why would I? I'd be thrilled to have you over."
Then she turned and grabbed Logan's arm, voice low and teeth clenched. "Let's go look at rings. I can't wait to hear Miss Nelson's thoughts on our wedding bands!"
Logan chuckled under his breath as he followed her out.
Inside the private room, once everyone had left, Riley's smile dropped. She hurled her wine glass to the floor with a sharp crash.
It took several deep breaths before she calmed down.
No, she had to stay composed. She couldn't slip up. As long as she played the part of Selina's "friend," she could stay close to Logan.
Bella was useless—she'd never win Logan's heart. But Riley could.
Selina? She was just a scheming little thing. No real skill. Riley could crush her with her eyes closed.
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