Cold

At eight o'clock in the evening.

Roger rushed to a mansion in the suburbs of City J, with Hazel in his car.

Along the way, Hazel rubbed her hands uneasily, and her eyelids kept jumping. She always felt that something bad was about to happen.

In the afternoon, she called Dave but didn't get through. Later, it was turned off.

She had never attended such a luxurious ball. It must be fake for her to say she was not nervous.

She was not good at drinking and likes to gossip after drinking. She was very afraid to embarrass Mr. Garnett at the party.

"Relax, just take it as a game."

He was like a fish in the water because he frequently attend such occasions.

In the spacious hall, there were dazzling crystal lights, bright and shiny white marble floors, and men and women in luxurious clothes chatting in groups.

The waiter shuttled through them with a tray and was polite to the guests.

"Mr. Garnett, you're here! Which family's daughter is this?"