"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why does your face look so terrible?"
Mira Meredith couldn't control herself any longer. If she hadn't been asked, it might have been fine, but now that the question was posed, Mira couldn't keep up the act.
"I just can't seem to eat this; I can't stand the smell, ugh!"
Mira Meredith immediately covered her mouth with her hand, almost vomiting for real.
Aria Grant saw how much Mira was suffering; it seemed she really couldn't tolerate the smell.
So Aria quickly stood up, went to get a bottle of mineral water, and hurriedly handed it to Mira Meredith.
"If you can't stand the smell, why didn't you say something earlier?"
Aria Grant opened the bottle of mineral water for her.
Mira drank deeply; indeed, the water made her feel a bit better, but the air was still filled with the smell of pasta.
Wasn't it you who said we should fit in? I just thought, what if I could get used to it?"
