The next few moments went by with quietness which was followed by disturbing stares that the alleged party would give the other.
The most disturbed among them was none other than the women who had made the misinterpretation previously and was sitting on the groups furthest corner.
Her name was Emma. Emma Bunt.
Emma was born of poverty and as she grew up, she collected a few traits that was quiet unsavory to the nobles or even a slightly sophisticated person.
She could drink gallons of alcohol that would make men ashamed and could skin a monster so cleanly that it would make any male suitor (Sophisticated) be afraid of thinking of advancing with their inner intentions.
That was one of the reasons why even though she was quiet the hot looking girl, she was still as lonely as the geeks.
Well it wasn't that nobody gave attention to her, it was just that the kind of attention she was getting would only end after a few hours or even some minutes.