Wearing sunsses indoors was a bit too conspicuous, so Morwenna removed them as soon as


    she settled into a corner.


    She had been waiting for twenty minutes, but there was still no sign of Stuart.


    The banquet hall was bustling with a self-service buffet.


    Having skipped dinner, Morwenna was quite hungry. She grabbed a small te and heaped it with a


    variety of foods, including a slice ofsagna, and then retreated to her corner to eat.


    As she focused on her meal, she suddenly heard a mocking voice: "What are you doing here? Here


    to mingle at a social mixer? Haven’t you eaten in ages? Coming to a banquet to eatsagna?”


    Lifting her head, Morwenna saw Bary, someone she hadn''t seen in a long time. Thest time


    they met, she had given him a proper lesson in the swimming pool, after which he had helped her


    land the tutoring job. Morwenna was someone who believed in returning both favors and


    grievances; Bary had bullied her, and she had taught him a lesson, so they were square.


    Swallowing herst bite ofsagna, she asked, “Is your family hosting this banquet?”


    Bary was taken aback. “No.”


    “Then why do you care what I eat? Whether I eatsagna or pasta, what’s it to you?”


    Bary was speechless.


    Every time he faced Morwenna, he never came out ahead.


    Lately, Adide had been forced to move abroad and had spent much time calling him toin


    and curse Morwenna. Despite the long absence, Morwenna’s name seemed to echo around him.


    The once gentle Adide had turned bitter, all because of Morwenna.


    Yet, upon seeing her again, the first thing Bary remembered was Morwenna’s advice not to


    harbor malice, and surprisingly, he found he didn''t despise her as much as he thought he would.


    Bary felt conflicted as he red at Morwenna, then sat down at her table to see what she was up


    to.


    Morwenna ignored him and continued eating. After finishing her initial helping, she still felt hungry


    and went back for another slice ofsagna, and then another.


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    Watching Morwenna devour three slices ofsagna, Bary couldn’t help but sneer, “Are you a pig?


    Eating so much!”


    Suddenly, Morwenna spoke up, “Bary, how’s your dog doing?”


    Bary instantly shut up. His dog was the same as ever, aggressive to everyone but surprisingly


    docile around Morwennast time.


    Morwenna’s words carried an implicit threat, suggesting that if he didn''t behave, she wouldn’t mind


    teaching him another lesson.


    Just then, the crowd stirred as a tall figure entered through the door.


    The previously confrontational Morwenna instantly recoiled like a mouse spotting a cat, quickly


    putting on her sunsses and using her hair to cover half of her face.


    Bary watched in confusion.


    As he turned, he saw it was Stuart who had entered.


    An elegant and beautiful woman approached Stuart, dressed in a pale gold gown, her hair secured


    with a tassel hairpin that swayed gracefully as she moved - graceful and alluring.


    “Stuart, it’s been a while,” Greta Irons greeted with a smile.


    “It has,” Stuart replied, smiling back.


    From a distance, Morwenna watched, her dark sunsses unable to hide the woman’s radiant


    beauty - a regal and stunning beauty, not the feigned arrogance or delicate charm of Adide.


    This was genuine, dazzling elegance.


    Morwenna had seen some of Stuart’s acquaintances before.


    She''d seen a whole bunch of them at a party once.