Chapter 90 - Mark

I sip on my champagne while I raise an eyebrow, hiding my smirk behind the glass.

Tiffany holds her head high and walks up to a person she thinks is me, but it isn’t. He looks similar to me, but that is where the likeness ends.

Her face contorts and her mouth opens slightly, but nothing comes out.

I choke down a chuckle.

The decoy stares at her and grunts, “What do you want? You look like you have something you want to say to me.”

She continues to stare at him for a few moments before she shakes her head. “No. I thought you were someone else. I’ll go look for him elsewhere.”

Her eyes quickly scan the area.

I duck behind a few other guests as she looks in my direction. It isn’t time for her to see me yet.

Her gaze locks on the back of another guy on the other side of the room, who she thinks is me.

I choke down another laugh. It is only going to get worse from here on out.

Before she reaches the guy, he turns around, and she instantly halts in her tracks. Her face conto