The more she thought about it, the more smug and confident she became about the decision she had made earlier, and her disdain for Hexia, who had challenged her face, grew.
Putting on airs, huh!
Hexia's rejection that day had made it impossible for her to save face in front of her peers; her face had flushed with humiliation, and it took days for her to recover. Fortunately, today she finally vented her spleen.
Top student, she's nothing but an unsophisticated country bumpkin who probably has never even dipped a toe in the water.
Just as the private room was abuzz with the clinking of wine glasses and lively chatter, the previously closed door swung open.
The newcomer was neither a waiter serving dishes nor someone who had wandered into the wrong room; it was the long-awaited Hexia, the last of the class to arrive.
"Hexia..." Setting down the personal terminal in her hand, Clara looked at the figure who had opened the door and entered, puzzled as to why she had come after all.
