Bad Weather

With her chin held high in the air and firm steps, Stella continued to walk inside the banquet where the executives of Levinson's Corp. were already waiting to greet her. As she continued to respond to their greetings with a blank look on her face, a man continued to keep a close eye on her every movement like a mother hen looking out for her newly hatched chicks. 

Under his scrutinizing gaze, Stella was having a hard time keeping her face expressionless. 'This man seriously needs to go easy on himself.' She thought to herself as her eyes met his worrying ones for a fleeting second. She continued in her tracks to the slightly raised wooden platform, where the MC was waiting for her. Replying to the greetings of her guests with nods, she continued to walk down the same path with her mother hen of a husband in tow as he kept a safe distance of a few feet between them.