Chapter 584

Rosalind's lips curved into a bitter smile as she watched Everett and Genevieve clink their glasses together in celebration.

The crowd exploded with cheers, their voices rising in a chorus of, "Honeymoon time!"

Each word felt like a dagger twisting in Rosalind's chest. The pain was so sharp she could barely breathe.

Everett was toasting with Genevieve. Soon, he would marry her.

He was going to vow his life to another woman.

Why was he doing this to her?

Just then, a voice cut through the noise. "We need more drinks over here! The bottle's empty!"

A server hurried forward with a fresh bottle of champagne.

Rosalind intercepted him. "I'll take it."

The server blinked in confusion. "Excuse me?"

Without hesitation, she pulled out a thick stack of bills and pressed them into his palm. "This should cover it."

Understanding dawned on his face, and he grinned. "Of course. It's all yours."

Rosalind took the bottle, slipped on a mask, and made her way toward the VIP section.

"Set the drinks here," someone instructed.

She nodded. "Got it."

As she placed the bottle on the table, a young man's gaze locked onto her. His eyes raked over her figure—her flawless skin, her large, luminous eyes, the high ponytail that gave her an effortlessly youthful allure. She was magnetic, impossible to ignore.

"I had no idea this place had such a stunning waitress," he drawled. "How old are you, sweetheart?"

The entire booth turned to stare at her.

"Wait, how did we miss her when we walked in?"

"You work here? Come sit with us."

The men's gazes were predatory, but Everett, with his striking features, remained indifferent, his attention fixed on his drink as if none of this concerned him.

Genevieve, however, noticed Rosalind immediately. Beautiful women always recognized each other. There was something familiar about her.

Genevieve tilted her head. "Have we met before?"

Rosalind shook her head, her eyes flickering briefly to Everett.

At that moment, Genevieve wrapped her arms possessively around Everett's arm, pouting. "Everett, doesn't she look familiar? I swear I've seen her somewhere."

Everett finally glanced up.

His expression had been bored, detached—until his eyes met Rosalind's.

The glass in his hand stilled.

She held his gaze, knowing he recognized her instantly.

"Do you know her?" Genevieve pressed.

Rosalind's breath caught. What would he say?

Would he acknowledge her? Or deny her existence?

Everett's lips thinned, his gaze turning cold. "No. You're mistaken."

Rosalind flinched. He was really going to pretend she meant nothing to him.

He was with Genevieve now, eager to erase every trace of their past.

Just then, a hand clamped around her wrist, pulling her forward.

"Come here, gorgeous. Let's have some fun."