Regina pushed a file towards Lunara. "Here, the contract."
"Contract?" Lunara who clearly did not get the meaning raised an eyebrow.
Lunara hesitantly picked up the file, flipping it open. Her eyes scanned the pages, but the legal jargon made her head spin.
"What contract?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at Regina.
Regina leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs gracefully. "The contract for our company model campaign, although you refused, I strongly believed that you are the best face for our new line of cosmetics this time."
Lunara hesitated, her fingers hovering over the file. "Did you… know that I was the one who married your son two years ago?" Her voice was careful, almost unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
Regina's expression didn't change. "Of course, I knew." She said it so simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Lunara's grip on the edge of the file tightened. "Then why…?"
