Chapter 317

Mathilda felt awkward and wanted to leave, but she couldn't help enjoying being the center of attention. "Yes, Ms. Moore, introduce us!" "Just a quick introduction won't hurt. Or you could secretly tell us who it is, and we'll figure out the rest ourselves." "Ms. Moore, are you afraid we'll steal your spotlight?" The socialites kept whispering among themselves, and Mathilda's face grew redder with embarrassment. "Madame Mayhem probably went to the restroom," she said, trying to remain composed. Everyone seemed to believe her, though only she knew how panicked she really felt inside. Elsa smiled and remarked, "Ms. Moore, your drafts are getting more and more impressive." Mathilda froze, her heart skipping a beat. If Elsa said that, it probably meant that her secret was about to be exposed. "M-Ms. York, you must be joking," she stammered. "Who said she was joking?" Jessica took a sip of red wine from a glass she'd picked up from a server, her gaze settling on Mathilda with a subt