At the drink station, someone abruptly grabbed her arm β it was Willow. Willow, wearing a green long-sleeved dress. She faced Lireal as Lireal pulled her arm away, causing Willow to wince in pain.
βWillow, what do you want?β Lireal asked, her tone cold and controlled.
βHow dare you wear that!β Willow hissed, gesturing at Lireal's dress. Her voice was sharp and bitter, and her eyes were narrowed with anger.βYou look like a slut,β she added.
Rolling her eyes, Lireal said βIf I look like a slut, I suggest you better ignore me for the rest of the night.β She approached Willow, whispering into her ear, βYou wouldnβt want to be associated with a slut,β before Novafully walking away and grabbing a glass of red wine. As Lireal sipped her wine, she placed it back on the table and walked away. S
