Irene, filled with anger, ruffled her hair as she gazed forward. They found themselves in the grand hall of a luxurious five-star hotel.
She finds herself at the party, unsure of why she’s there and perplexed by her presence. The earlier events had fueled Irene’s rage, which burned fiercely inside of her. Mame Lenie was insistent that they go to the party. The individuals with whom they engaged in conversation earlier in the day provided them with solace as well.
‘Solace, my foot! I am so pissed!’ Irene murmured to herself. Her extreme annoyance was evident in her face.
The young woman despises gatherings like these, where the dazzling lights and artificial speakers overwhelm her senses. Her annoyance did not even affect her angelic face. The crookedness of the situation is not immediat
