Now she was being confronted face-to-face by Mrs. Hart, cold and disdainful—who wouldn't be pissed off?
The Hart Family? So what. Their background might be solid, but they're just newcomers.
They can't compare to the Prescott Family in heritage, and their network's a notch below, too.
If they don't know how to appreciate this, then maybe this marriage isn't worth pursuing.
"Mm."
Vivian responded softly, her voice light and indifferent.
She looked up, locking eyes with Tristan Sterling, who was leaning on the doorframe, face half-smiling, half-mocking.
His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his suit pants, his posture relaxed and lazy.
"Tsk, just one turned-down invitation and your family's already rushing to call off the engagement? Seems like they weren't too eager for you anyway."
Vivian's heart tightened at the words.
She bit her lower lip.
Then she suddenly lifted her head, her gaze locking straight onto his eyes.
"You're this happy I failed at blind dating?"
