Third Person's POV
Someone was trying to smooth things over, but the message was clear as day—get rid of Melinda.
Without Cliff, they had no reason to be polite to Melinda.
"How come the atmosphere got so heavy just now?"
Vanya asked as she returned from the restroom, her gaze falling on Melinda.
Melinda turned her head and, upon seeing Vanya, her face instantly fell.
Today, Vanya was dressed elegantly, every move exuding grace and sophistication. In comparison, Melinda's outfit looked tacky—lacking charm and the air of a wealthy heiress, she seemed like a cheap barfly.
Vanya had always doubted Cliff's taste. Melinda wasn't particularly attractive or well-figured, her only selling point being a youthful innocence.
But now, by dressing up in a mature style, she'd buried that last ad
