At this point, Olga even doubted whether Viola had heard what she was saying clearly.
Otherwise, how could Viola refuse her directly?
A girl such as Viola from a small countryside village should be longing for a luxurious tea party, right?
Olga patiently said, "The tea party is at half-past eleven, and I'm giving you ten minutes to change your clothes quickly! If you miss the time, don't blame us for not taking you."
"I've told you," Viola didn't even raise her head, her white fingertips turning a page of the book, "I don't have time."
Her voice was still indifferent.
Without any emotion.
Olga frowned slightly, the disgust in her eyes becoming more and more apparent, she truly was uncouth.
If it weren't for Elizabeth speaking up for her, did she think she would be allowed to go to such a classy place?
But now, not only did Viola not appreciate Elizabeth, but she also didn't know how to be grateful.
