Barlow studied her, amused.

"Karina, you're quite bold, aren't you?"

Startled, Karina pleaded, "Just have a look, please."

She pouted and acted cute. Her red lips were stained red by the wine.

This elicited a broad smile from Barlow. rom now on, I'LL call you Chameleon, Karina." hat? Why?"

"Don't you think you're quite adaptable?"

“That's hardly a compliment."

“Well, what should I call you then?”

Flustered, Karina fell silent.

Rosalynn Listened to their banter, her Lips curling into a smile.

Barlow seemed Less focused on her tonight.

Why, then, had he asked Karina to invite her to dinner?

He was an enigma.

“Excuse me, I need to visit the restroom," Rosalynn announced, dabbing her mouth before rising.

“Rosalynn, there's one in the private room."

“I'd like some fresh air," Rosalynn countered, intent on a brief escape.

She wanted to give them some privacy.

Exiting the room, she strolled down the hushed hallway, her thoughts swirling.

A waiter, balancing a tray, emerged from a nearby private room.

Rosalynn stopped to take a quick peek inside.

She caught a glimpse of Valeria, trapped in a middle-aged man's embrace, being urged to drink.

Flushed and flustered, Valeria attempted to fend him off.