Zelia and Sherry sat at the bar, chatting idly. Zelia ordered a Martini. As the bartender handed her the drink, the clear alcoholic liquid with its classic misty white hue calmed her down.
Sherry left for a moment, leaving Zelia alone at the bar, sipping her drink. It should have been a relaxing and leisurely moment, but some annoying people just had to show up.
"Well, isn't it Miss Smith?" Will, the young master of the Royal family, walked up to Zelia with a group of people, his face full of arrogance. "Why are you drinking alone? Why don't you join us?"
Zelia didn't even bother to look up, not wanting to deal with him. Being ignored, Will felt his pride hurt. "What, is Miss Smith trying to drown her sorrows?" He sneered directly. "Did that guy from the Hillton family dump you?"
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