The socialites exchanged glances, scoffing at Nadia's words and covering their mouths as they laughed.
Nadia had no interest in getting entangled with them, so she turned and headed towards the main area of the party.
It was clear from the looks around her that someone was deliberately trying to cause trouble.
One of the socialites, unwilling to let Nadia have her way, picked up a glass of red wine and deliberately flung it in her direction.
The smooth crimson liquid arched through the air, seemingly about to splatter onto Nadia's pristine white gown.
In that critical moment, Nadia moved like a graceful swan, turning lightly and deftly avoiding the malicious attack.
The red wine splashed harmlessly onto the red carpet, disappearing without a trace.
The socialite's expression darkene
