Suddenly, a pair of feet stopped next to her, wearing the uniformly distributed shoes, seemingly no different from the others.
If there was any difference, perhaps it lay in the fact that her pair was a few degrees cleaner than the others, and seemed newly worn.
Following these feet, Keira Leaf had already guessed the visitor.
Raising her eyes, her gaze swept over the few women behind her, the corner of her mouth curving into a faint arc.
It seems, although there's a saying that things change but people don't.
Yet, there are still many things that remain unchanged, like some old friends here.
Keira Leaf mechanically withdrew her gaze, like a newcomer who hadn't been here long and didn't understand the rules, not wanting to cause trouble for herself. She picked up her dinner plate, planning to change her seat to avoid any entanglements with them.
The few women behind Victoria looked at her, then at Victoria, not speaking to stop her.
