Nova slowly absorbed the lady's rant, it felt like she had been holding in it and needed to spill her words out to someone. "All these are getting thrown out?" She repeated in disbelief.
"It's pretty trash at best to these rich folks," Priscilla scoffed, snagging a drink off a passing waiter's tray.
Nova noticed that Priscilla didn't categorize her with the 'rich folks' Was she that transparent?
"You're wondering why I excluded you?" The artist spoke up, chuckling at the guilty face she made.
"Yeah," Nova murmured, enjoying the conversation more than she thought she would.
"No reason," Priscilla shrugged again, "You're clearly well off, but the difference is that you're nice."
Nova didn't correct her mistake because she certainly wasn't well off.
