My words stirred up a storm.
Jesery’s face turned ashen, and he angrily pointed at me, shouting, “Who the hell are you? I don’t even recognize you, and I doubt you’re a fashion industry expert. What proof do you have that the fabric on Jeseni’s clothes comes from the Ebony Moon team?”
His mother, Ami, quickly chimed in, “Exactly—where did this unknown person come from? I remember we didn’t invite someone like you.”
Jeseni stepped forward, his tall figure shielding me behind him. “She’s a guest I invited. Do you have a problem with that?”
Ami’s expression shifted. After all, it was Jeseni’s coming-of-age ceremony, and he was the main guest. It was perfectly normal for him to invite a few friends. They shouldn’t have said anything.
“Jeseni, you’re young. Be careful with your friends. I
