The elegant venue was filled with murmurs and soft whispers as the guests mingled around, trying to maintain appearances. Yet, at the entrance of the hall, a small group had gathered, their eyes fixed on a particular scene unfolding at the front of the room. It wasn't the grand decorations or the buffet tables adorned with gourmet dishes that held their attention it was Avey, Melody, and Olivia standing together, deep in what seemed like a very intense conversation.
One young woman, her champagne flute poised delicately between her fingers, nudged the girl sitting beside her. "Hey, what's going on over there?" she whispered, nodding toward Avey and the older women. The curiosity in her voice betrayed her interest in the gossip unfolding before their eyes.
