That night, Clarissa was in for a lot of surprises.
Joshua turned out to be an actual nobleman’s son. After Clarissa managed to get a handle on things, she suddenly realized that Joshua’s talkative nature was not that difficult to comprehend at all.
After all, his father was a foreign minister who depended on his eloquence to win the public’s favor. I guess Joshua’s talents must be some sort of alternative genetic inheritance, right?
And then there was Olive, Joshua’s mother.
Could Joshua’s artistic talent be another form of alternative inheritance too?
Clarissa had trouble getting it into her head that Joshua, her talkative and sometimes immature friend, was actually born into an upper-class family. Yet, he bore so little resemblance to his parents.
It looks like one should never judge a book by its cover.
After seeing Jeffrey off, Clarissa and Joshua walked to the front of the hall.
Clarissa understood then that the charity auction was held not just in the name of Olive’s charitable spirit. She got to know more about the complicated matters involved.
Clarissa met so many people at the banquet that night, some of whom she could recognize and some she did not.
Judging by the number of familiar faces, she could tell how important Olive’s annual charity banquet was to these people.
Ryler and Yaala attended the event together. A few other famous celebrities were present too. Clarissa went ahead to pay her respects.
Ryler raised a brow when he noticed Joshua next to Clarissa.
“Is he your new boyfriend?”
Clarissa’s mouth twitched.
Joshua’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Ryler! How did you know?”
Clarissa rubbed her forehead. Yaala chuckled, “You have good taste, Clare. This one looks tender and sweet. That’s good.”
Clarissa rolled his eyes, unimpressed.
“Can you please stop fooling around?”
Ryler grinned, “What’s wrong? Can’t we celebrate the fact that you have a boyfriend?”
Clarissa snorted, “Ryler, quit talking like that or I’ll pretend I don’t know you.”
Feeling threatened, Ryler gave in. “Fine. This one isn’t good enough for you anyway. Ditch him and find another. There’s bound to be one with your name on it.”
Yaala laughed at his statement. And while that was going on, someone held her by the waist.
Yaala froze and quickly wrenched herself free from the arms that held her, putting some distance between Henry and herself.
Henry feigned awkwardness after being pushed away like that. He glanced at Yaala’s stone-cold expression before turning to face Clarissa. Smiling, he greeted her, “Hi, Mrs. Tyson. Why isn’t Matt with you?”
“Is Matthew coming?” she asked, surprised.
Henry furrowed his brow. “Don’t you know?”
Clarissa went quiet.
All eyes fell on her, each pair just as curious as the next.
Joshua cut in, “Ah, let him come, Rissa. Just know that you’re my partner tonight. Don’t leave me stranded.”
Henry stared at Joshua, whose eyes seemed to be wondering where he came from.
Yaala ignored Henry entirely. She was more surprised to learn that there was something going on between Clarissa and Matthew.
In the past few years, Yaala had never asked Clarissa about her personal life, but it seemed that Clarissa and Matthew had not completely gotten over each other yet.
Yaala pulled Clarissa aside to talk in secret, while Henry held Joshua up. He planned to find out, on behalf of Matthew, anything he could about Joshua’s identity and background, and why he had the guts to court Clarissa.
Speak of the devil and he shall come.
Matthew made his appearance without a partner. His assistant, Donnie, was accompanying him instead.
He had not been dating all these years, and there was no news about his fiancée too. The public took it that the two had broken up peacefully.
Matthew surveyed the crowd when he entered the hall, and eventually spotted Clarissa.
Clarissa looked straight at him, but Matthew merely averted his gaze and returned to socializing with the other guests.
Clarissa frowned, visibly upset.
Yaala had no intention to interrogate her. She knew that they must be going through a blip. In the past three years, the two did not seem to be in any sort of contact, but that was probably how it looked like to outsiders. Could they really end things?
“Aren’t you going to talk to him?”
Clarissa snorted, “No.”
Yaala grinned. “I really don’t get what’s going on between you two.”
Clarissa went silent for a while before she spoke, “Nothing much. It’s a long story. I can tell you all about it some other day.”
Yaala shook her head. “Never mind. I’m not exactly interested. I’m just hoping to hear good news from you.”
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