"Heavens! I'm really curious about how someone like her got in. This is Leon Blackwood's birthday party."
"Who knows, probably slipped through the cracks."
"Look at her, acting like she hasn't eaten in ages, no manners at all."
"Yeah, I've been to so many parties over the years and never seen anyone just gobbling down fruit like that."
"I thought that guy seemed decent, looks like he has some status. How does he not know these manners?"
"Maybe they're birds of a feather. That woman's clothes seem to have some background."
"Could she be a nouveau riche?"
But a nouveau riche wouldn't possibly attend Leon Blackwood's birthday party.
Nia Mitchell naturally heard people talking about her, but perhaps she's gotten used to it and doesn't care much anymore.
She sat there waiting for a while, but didn't see Maxwell Peary. Leon Blackwood came back instead.
"What exactly is your purpose for making me come here today?"
Even Nia Mitchell was getting a bit impatient.
