Siya blinked. "What are you saying?"
"You just winked at me," he replied seriously. "It looked as though the left side of your face was about to become paralyzed."
For a moment, Siya nearly lost her composure. The urge to slap him flashed across her face.
Olivia could not hold back any longer. Laughter burst out of her, bright and uncontrollable.
When she finally stopped, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Sorry," she told Siya, though her tone lacked remorse. "My brother is very unsophisticated. He prefers speaking the truth directly."
She patted Theodore's back, silently giving him approval.
Siya forced a brittle smile. "It is nothing. Really, it is nothing."
Her gaze flickered toward a nearby server. She subtly gestured for him to approach.
'Just wait, Olivia. You will regret humiliating me today.'
When the server arrived, he carried two glasses of champagne, the golden liquid shimmering under the lights.
