"Is that... Angel?"
"How did she get here?"
"What did she mean by what she just said? Did someone invite her?"
The president of the Youth Literature Department looked puzzledly at Dahlia, who immediately shook her head frantically.
"I have no idea... I didn't say anything to her."
So, the problem became quite clear.
Although not many people were gathered here, there were still about ten individuals present, including Sam, Sophie, and Isabella.
The rest were members of the Youth Literature Department and a few from the photography club.
And now, all eyes were on this suddenly appeared girl with a distinctive aura.
Sophie seemed to realize something; her expression quickly turned colder, and although she was already somewhat impatient and aloof before, now she reached a new level of iciness.
Sam felt a sudden chill, as if an ice mage had cast a frost spell.
