At 8: 30 p.m., the crowds of reporters lining the red carpet began to flash their flashbulbs non-stop.
Distantly, Danby saw them and furrowed her brows. "I hate it when they pop their flashbulbs like that. It's so annoying."
Evianne halted and looked at her. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to go in through the side door. I'm hungry. I'll go and get something to eat first."
With that Danby lowered her head to type a text message. "I told Veale to wait for me at the side door. I have to run. Go and enjoy the limelight. I'll see you in the hall."
"Alright." Evianne did not insist on Danby staying. She hitched up her dress and walked forward.
"That's Miss Moone over there!" a reporter exclaimed excitedly as he spotted Evianne.
"That's Evianne Moone!" another reporter said aloud.
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