Charlotte was led by Leandro to the dining area, receiving many glances along the way.
There were those who were envious, those who were amazed, those who were puzzled, those who were jealous, and those who were disdainful.
Charlotte straightened her back, tightly grasped the man's hand, and passed by them without looking away.
Even if it was fake, Mrs. Romero, anyway, no one would know!
Leandro noticed her subtle movements, his thin lips slightly curved, holding onto her even tighter.
Silly rabbit.
The buffet at Daisy's birthday party was quite abundant. There were both traditional and foreign cuisines. Charlotte was initially worried about going home hungry, but she didn't expect to be repeatedly fed by Leandro. She was starting to worry if her stomach would be suspected by others.
