of people got close and surrounded Kevan. There were both men and women in the crowd, young and old. Various perfumes mixed together causing Larissa to sneeze loudly.
Two young ladies who were crowded near her let out expressions of disgust.
“Ew…! So gross…” They muttered.
“I’m sorry!” Larissa apologized quickly.
Kevan, who had been responding to some seniors, suddenly turned over and said to those two ladies with extreme courteousness, “Could you please stand farther away? I am unused to the perfumes that you’re wearing.”
The ladies‘ faces flushed with anger and embarrassment before they walked away sullenly.
The smell of the perfume became lighter, but it was still quite pungent. Larissa used her mouth to breathe as much as possible to prevent herself from sneezing again.
Kevan took note of her discomfort, but as he could not ignore his friends and seniors, he whispered to Larissa instead, “Find a place to sit down, and I’ll come to you later.”
Larissa was more than happy to do so.
Everyone stared as she let go of Kevan’s hand and left, but no one cared to know the reason why, and they definitely did not care where she went.
Larissa found a quiet corner and sat down, gazing disinterestedly at the night scene from the floor–to–ceiling window.
“Hey, isn’t this Mr. Rogers‘ companion?” The two ladies from earlier showed up.
“Yeah, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Did Mr. Rogers chase you away too?” Their gleeful smirks were rather annoying.
“I told you. How could she have caught Mr. Rogers‘ eye by being so plain? See? It’s only been a while and he’s already tired of her.”
“Tsk, she really thought she could turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse? Once a pauper, always a pauper!”
Their words were terrible, but it was not yet to the point where Larissa could not take
- it. After all, she was not really Kevan’s companion, and so their mockery had been misplaced. It was just that their voices were too shrill, and they were being rather loud, which caused Larissa’s ears to hurt.
She stood up and forced a smile. “Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.”
She had just taken one step forward when one of them deliberately collided with her, the red wine she had in hand spilling all over Larissa.
The white flower petals were stained a deep red, and the wet chiffon fabric was
stuck to her bosom.
“Goodness me, I’m so sorry!” the lady who knocked into her exclaimed with horror as she covered her mouth even though the triumphant gleam in her eyes could not be concealed.
Larissa had no energy to be angry with her nor figure out if she did it on purpose. The only thing she cared about right now was how much she had to pay Vivian for ruining this gown.
She asked one of the villa’s staff for the exact location of the bathroom before rushing up to the second floor.
It just so happened that someone was also emerging from the bathroom, so when Larissa brushed past him, she heard him say, “Ms. Seymour?”
The voice was familiar, so Larissa stopped and glanced back. It was Lucas Hermes!
Lucas gazed at her with a hurt expression like he had just been kicked to the curb.
“Ms. Seymour, I had been waiting for you to call me.”
Only then did Larissa remember this matter. She laughed sheepishly. “Sorry. After that day, I was recovering at home. I didn’t even see Mr. Rogers, so I didn’t think of calling you either…”
Just like that, Lucas‘ attention was diverted. “Then, have you fully recovered?” He eyed her right shoulder.
“Yes, I have.” Larissa rolled her right shoulder for emphasis and her smile grew. “All thanks to you.”
Lucas rubbed his nose, his face a little red.