"I'm just a scriptwriter. I've gone through countless scripts, that's all." Everyone's eyes turned towards her, prompting her acknowledgment.

Their conversation was interrupted as a group approached.

"Rosa." Lyndon's voice cut through, and Rosalynn turned to see him approaching with a group of women.

"Lyndon."

“Rosa, these ladies are eager to meet you. Allow me to introduce them.

One by one, Lyndon presented the women to Rosalynn, all distinguished figures from Skrix society.

She greeted each with a courteous nod and a practiced smile.

However, upon meeting the last woman's gaze, her smile faded slightly.

It was Ivy Larson.

The memory of their last uncomfortable encounter lingered in Rosalynn's mind.

Caught off guard by Rosalynn's status as a Moreno, Ivy's face bore a tinge of awkwardness.

“Miss Moreno," she greeted.

"You can refer to me as Rosalynn," she stated without emotion.

A chill swept over Ivy's features. Under her composed exterior, irritation simmered. Rosalynn's disregard for her goodwill hadn't gone unnoticed.

Had Rosalynn not been a Moreno, would she have bothered conversing with her? Hell no!

The unexpected sight of Tilda, perched upon a chair, altered Ivy's expression subtly.

Her presence was puzzling.

Had Tilda been enjoying the company of these people until now?

“Lyndon, allow me to acquaint you with some friends," Rosalynn offered, presenting Hutton and Karina.

Upon mentioning Tilda, Lyndon's gaze hardened momentarily.