He really knew how to make excuses. Glancing around the opulent hall, its crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed crowd, I noticed everyone was waiting intently for my answer. Their eyes seemed to pierce through me, heightening my discomfort.
Frustrated, I let out a heavy sigh and said, "Three Bears!"
"What?" He looked puzzled, his brows knitted together in confusion. "Darling, I don't understand what 'Three Bears' refers to."
"That nursery rhyme is called 'Three Bears'!" My voice carried past the handsome men in their tailored suits and beautiful women in their flowing gowns who were blocking my way, reaching Rui Jones once again.
"Oh, I see! Hahaha... What a funny name." His dry, musty laughter eased, and the atmosphere in the hall, which had been as tense as a coiled spring, relaxed along with it. "Well... then, Margie, would you like this glass of wine?"
