As the event went on, they were currently nearing the end of the program, on which the guests were being served with lunch and snacks that like, and that includes the time to talk and associate with the others. And to the three that hates the party, this is the worst part of an event.
“What drink would you like miss?” the waiter asked as he passed by her. “An orange juice will do. Thank you.” She said and smiled, lowering the pasta server she used to get spaghetti to partner with the chicken she took as her lunch.
After the waiter handed her desired drink, she then went back on their table, only to find out that only her seat is left, and the four seats that’s once empty is now filled with different people. And here come the fake ones. Daphne thought as she rolled her eyes, composing her
