Chapter: 86
They were all alike in this respect.
A stylish woman approached Sabrina and greeted, "Hello there, why are you sitting all alone?"
Sabrina looked up and smiled at her. "I injured my ankle recently. It's not good for me to stand for long periods."
The woman glanced at Sabrina‘'s ankle but remained silent. She sat down next to Sabrina and nudged her playfully. "I'm Abigail Bensen. What's
"Sabrina Chavez."
"I noticed you entered with Tyrone. How did you manage that?" Abigail whispered.
Sabrina turned to carefully assess her from head to toe.
Abigail's outfit and purse might have looked pricey, but they were outdated.
Noticing Sabrina's silence, Abigail probed further, "You look stunning, Tyrone must have splurged on you, didn't he? Isn't it tricky to win over wealthy folks like him?"
"I don't know."
"Don't be shy. Could you share your secret? The guy I'm seeing is super tight-fisted. I had to beg for ages to accompany him to this event.
I've been wanting to ditch him for a while."
“I can't help you there. I'm not dating him." Sabrina rose from her seat, taking her wine and dessert with her, and relocated to another spot.
Abigail huffed at Sabrina's retreating figure.
She thought Sabrina was being pretentious, assuming she wasn't aware that they were in the same profession.
The venue continued to fill with guests.
As Sabrina glanced up, she spotted a familiar face, Galilea.
She, too, was attending the charity dinner.
"What are you looking at?" A male voice broke her train of thought.
Bradley took a seat beside Sabrina.
Sabrina composed herself, glanced at Bradley in surprise, and asked, “What brings you here?"
"My agent suggested it. Didn't expect to run into you here. How's your ankle?"
“Nearly healed."
"That's good. Are you here by yourself?"
"TI arrived with Mr. Blakely."