Mechelle's POV
Summer, Shelly, and I were chatting animatedly. As the saying goes, "three women make a play," and especially given how exceptional we all were, clear laughter would burst out from our group from time to time.
Summer joked with a smile, "Shelly, be honest, is there anyone at tonight's banquet you fancy? I can put in a good word for you."
I chimed in, "That's right! Shelly, all the guests here tonight are good friends of Harrison. They're top-notch in both family background and talent."
Shelly shook her head helplessly and smiled, "I appreciate your intentions, but as for my love life, I'm not considering it for now. There are plenty of people pursuing me, enough to circle around the entire RED BLOOD PACK, so you don't need to worry."
Summer covered her mouth and giggled, "How can we not worry! The younger a woman is, the more valuable she is. Hehe, Shelly, if I'm not mistaken, you must be thirty-two this year!"
