Recognize the Wrong One, Love the Right One

After leaving Mark's house, I didn't see him for nearly half a month. When we met again, it was at a formal dinner.

I was attending the event with my father, and through the dim lighting, I spotted a familiar figure.

Pretending not to notice, I circled around until I was standing right in front of him. It was Mark.

What a small world.

He was accompanied by a woman I didn't recognize.

I was trying to recall where I had seen her when a commotion erupted nearby.

Drawn by curiosity, I walked over to watch the scene unfold.

"Are you blind? Do you know how much this dress costs? You spilled wine all over me! Can you even afford to pay for it?"

A woman was screaming at a waiter, her tone haughty and arrogant.

"I'm truly sorry, madam. It wasn't intentional. How about I take care of the dry cleaning for you?"

The waiter, visibly nervous, was doing his best to apologize.

The woman, however, was relentless.

At that moment, Mark suddenly appeared. "Gloria, that's enough. Everyone is watching. It's just a dress—you don't lack the money. Let's just take it as a small misfortune and move on."

Gloria? Could it be Gloria Smith?

This must be the same "heiress" Jane had been talking about—the one she set Mark up with.

I was curious to see how this fake heiress would handle the situation.

Gloria bit her lip and leaned into Mark's arms. "Alright, since you've spoken up, I'll let it go. Otherwise, I'd have to call my dad to step in."

This sentence greatly satisfied Mark's self-esteem as a man. "It's mainly because you're so understanding. No need to trouble Mr. Smith with such a minor issue."

How amusing—after impersonating me, she was even borrowing my father's name.

What, doesn't she have her own father?