Ashton might have chuckled.
He cleared his throat. "Mira, I think she said more than five million."
I widened my eyes and let out a delighted little gasp. "Ohhh, that's so generous of you!"
Gwendolyn nearly bit her tongue.
But she couldn't back out now—not without losing face.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said, her smile faltering.
She jabbed Reginald in the ribs, who was still stuck in buffering mode. "Reggie will handle it today, won't you, Reggie?"
"W-what?" Reginald blinked. "Handle what?"
"The transfer, the... gift," she hissed, before turning to me with a sugary smile. "It's Mirabelle, right?"
"Right." I shook her hand and resisted the urge to scrub mine with a disinfectant wipe.
"Did you and Ashton just get married yesterday?"
"No," I said, on guard.
