Paige stood at a corner with a flute in her hand. She looked inside to see her reflection in the rippled waves of the champagne in her flute.
She pursed her lips and looked up.
She had dressed simple but even with that alone, she looked overly glamorous and was attracting unwanted flies.
A guy suddenly started approaching her but she shunned him before he could even get to her.
"Just keep walking and don't even think of stopping in front of me." She said with her eyes closed and sipped from her flute.
The guy walked away without stopping while feeling embarrassed.
"Hah." She sighed and decided to just leave.
Everyone was making connections but she couldn't do that. After all, the only person she was interested in affiliating with was a blonde hair flirt.
Thomas Fengar. He was from France and his family had such a huge organization that she didn't mind having connections with them but he was not worth her time.
