"Charlotte, come and sit, we were just talking about you!" Abigail Summer got up and pulled her over to sit.
Charlotte Green coldly withdrew her hand, scoffing, "What about me were you discussing, my past or present? And did you mention what's between you and me?"
"Charlotte... don't be like that." Mandy Dawson stepped forward and tugged at her clothes.
Charlotte felt several reproachful gazes on her, from both men and women, as though she had done something utterly contemptible. She knew that speaking like this made her annoying, but she couldn't help it.
"Alright, before we cut the cake, let's start with a mask dance to liven things up!" Grant Greenwood's voice suddenly rose, breaking the icy silence.
Everyone's attention shifted, and Charlotte felt the suffocating pressure lift. She wanted to walk away, but a server had already arrived with a mask, blocking her path.
