8 Creating A Scene

Lana's utterance sounded like a jarring bell in the silent setting, quickly grasping the attention of others. All eyes, falling on her.

Katerina paused her speech, her hand still on the mic as she sent Lana a cold look, irritation written all over her face.

Yet, she didn't lose her composure or act brashly, considering the important personalities present in the hall.

''Who is she?'' a man in a brown suit asked.

''I wish I knew.'' The blonde-haired lady sitting beside him shrugged.

''Most likely one of these naive heiresses of those tiny families.'' A third company chided in, a man in a black suit, holding a glass of wine.

''My thoughts too,'' the first man said. ''This is why I was against the new system, some of those hillbillies think we're equals, leaving their manners unchecked.''

”Regardless, messing with Katerina is an unwise decision, even the other powerful families tend to avoid getting in her bad book,'' the lady whispered, glancing left and right before heaving a soft sigh.