C112 I don't like mistresses

“She sent you an invite?” Racheal asked, as Steffan moved with her across the dance floor, his hand on her waist.

“Yes.”

“So this was pre-planned after all.” She muttered to herself.

She saw a flash of anger in his eyes. And then he shook his head.

“No dear wife. Initially I had no idea she sent the invite. My P.A knows I cannot be bothered with things like that