The atmosphere turned ice-cold in an instant.
Many people silently regretted that the class president had invited such a troublemaker to the reunion.
Mariana, who had been watching everything unfold, could barely keep the smile on her lips. Her fingers dug tightly into her palm.
Lucian?
Why was he standing up for Juliette? Why?!
She stole a timid glance at the cold, brooding man, but the second he looked like he was about to lift his head, she quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding wildly.
The memory of what had just happened played in her mind, and Mariana’s eyes flicked toward Juliette with a hint of resentment. She quickly masked it with a practiced, indifferent smile.
She forced out a laugh. "Well, since Lucian drank for Juliette, let’s just leave it at that."
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