"Let's be honest with one another, Mr. Smith. I heard you are a married man. And you are not even my fan. Why do you want to see my face?" Sabrina confronted him with a direct question.
She delicately twirled her wine glass between her fingers as she waited for his response, her eyes not leaving Dominique's face.
Dominique met her gaze and replied, " Because your voice reminds me of someone… my ex-wife."
"Cough! Cough!" Sabrina choked on her saliva. 'Wow. He is so damn honest.'
Sabrina smiled sweetly, keeping her composure.
"Really? This is weird. You haven't gotten over her yet? I thought you were happily married to your current wife. What's her name again?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"Sabrina," he replied, his penetrating stare seemed to strip away every layer of deception behind her mask. He was clearly testing her, assessing her reaction.
"Eh? I mean your current wife." Sabrina chuckled, hiding the sarcasm in her voice.
