Leila cursed inside but still took calm and confident strides towards the high table with her white purse on her left and her wine on her right.
She was beautiful without a measure to weigh it. She carried her body with command and confidence. Some stared with fascination.
Others stared with anger and resentment. Some of them feel they deserve more acknowledgement than the one she just got.
Some also feel that she was a whore disguised as a CEO. They all knew of her scandals and yes, she tried to clear her name, but it does not change anything.
She was still too beautiful and was still the She-devil.
Leila did not bat an eye at anyone. In general, she did not care about their admiring gazes or their resenting stares. It did not bother her one bit. She was used to it by now.
Once she got to the high table, Riley stood up from his seat and pushed hers back for her to go in with her smile on his.
