"Stella, I actually needed to have a word with you." She spoke up, her friendly smile turning into a sad one.
"What is it?" Stella replied without looking at her. Her hazel eyes met Lillian's forest green ones for a fleeing second before they turned back to the champagne flute in her hand.
"Can we not talk about it here? Let's go to my room. Lillian can also tag along." Rachel replied to her with hopeful eyes.
Stella looked at Lillian who softly nodded her head in a yes.
"Alright! Sure." Stella replied, standing from her barstool.
Rachel guided the two to her room with the waiter from earlier in tow. Once they were inside her room, she asked them to sit on the couch courteously. After asking the waiter to put the tray which he was carrying down, she asked him to leave them alone. She sat on a sofa chair, next to them.
