The second socialite, acting overly familiar, let her eyes drift to Serena's dress, feigning astonishment.
"Wow, your dress is beautiful! It suits your aura perfectly! I see the YB logo. Is it a custom piece? I've never seen this design on YB's official website."
The first socialite quickly chimed in with her own praise. "To be able to afford a custom YB design, her family must be extraordinary! For people like us, even affording YB's latest collection is a big deal, let alone having their master designer, Cloud, create a custom piece for us."
The second socialite added, "Why are you sitting in the corner all by yourself? Where are your friends?"
But as the two of them went back and forth, putting on their little show, Serena's exquisitely beautiful features showed no change in emotion. She made no move to accept the wine glass offered to her, simply lifting her eyelids lazily to gaze at them.
The fake smiles on the two socialites' faces stiffened slightly. Being stared at by this woman… why did they suddenly feel like they were the ones on display, like monkeys in a cage?
The first socialite's face darkened. "Miss, we came over with good intentions to befriend you. Is it not a little rude to not even greet us?"
"Which family are you from? What, are you looking down on us? Is that why you won't accept our friendship?"
Serena's crimson lips curved into a smirk. She propped her chin on her hand, her posture languid, her voice devoid of emotion. "You know perfectly well whether you're here to make friends or to cause trouble."
Even though the girl was sitting, her posture was so relaxed she seemed to be looking down on them from a throne.
The two socialites' expressions shifted. They hadn't expected Serena to see through their intentions so quickly.
"We… of course we're here to make friends!"
At that moment, Isabella was on stage, playing a smooth and soothing piano melody. The disturbance here was naturally quite conspicuous, and many people started looking over.
The two socialites had no choice but to press on. "We were just curious. We've never seen a young lady who can afford a custom YB design in our circle before."
To prevent any further complications, Hailey quickly jumped in as planned. "Alright, Ms. Harland, Ms. Winslow, don't give her a hard time."
"She's from the countryside. She used to be our family's, the Wynn family's, adopted daughter. She's not a socialite at all. She's probably just not used to this kind of high-class event, so she's hiding in the corner."
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