Iris looked up at the speaker.
It was a woman with long curly hair, wearing a deep blue dress. She was heavily made up, around twenty years old. Iris had never met her before, yet there she was, standing with a hostile stance.
Iris snorted inwardly. From the moment she woke up this morning and heard about attending this auction, her emotions had been up and down.
Her classmates' snide comments, Charles' stunning dress surprise, nearly falling in front of him, and facing so many unfamiliar faces and names...
She was almost overwhelmed by the anxiety of being in an unfamiliar environment. Now, faced with this provocation, even though people around seemed busy with their own affairs, Iris could almost be sure they were all secretly watching.
After all, it was a rather dull party.
Hmph,
