"...I know you're here waiting for someone, I mean... Is the person you're waiting for also a member of the club? Our club operates on an invite-only basis."
The curly-haired young man, dressed in a white suit and with an artistic air, asked with a pained expression as he stood in front of Isabel, "If not, could you possibly wait on the opposite side...?"
The princess who usually did not interact with anyone was now standing seriously at the entrance of the White Ballet Shoes Club...
This posture did not really seem like she was waiting for someone; it was more like she was there to block someone's path.
Students passing by gathered nearby, or watched the spectacle from the club's hall; even the alumni were a bit more tense, some didn't dare to enter and instead lingered around the vicinity.
But the question posed by the curly-haired man seemed to have stumped Isabel.
