Everyone in the booth just wanted to enjoy the drama, caring nothing about who you are.
May Hoffman hadn't expected that things would end up involving her, even as she kept up her polite smile despite feeling uncomfortable, she muddled through it.
She didn't dance, nor sing.
Things died down.
Hannah picked up her wine glass, took a lazy sip. Her gaze -- indifferent and casual --touched everyone's heart like a gust of wind.
Beauty lives in skin, elegance lives in bones, a charm that May Hoffman could never learn.
She tried to emulate Hannah's style, but ended up looking a bit awkward, especially under Hannah's influence.
Halfway through the dinner, someone got drunk.
No matter the truth, more than half of the people were gone.
Lucy Taylor, looking to leave, subtly sent Hannah a message, without drawing attention.
Sitting on the side, Sunny Lee anxiously asked, "What did Hannah say? Are we leaving?"
Lucy Taylor just handed her phone to Sunny.
