Selina didn't bother to hide her sarcasm. "Sure. I'll wait."
Angela nearly choked. She thought Selina should've been grateful she was even offered this "favor," but instead she had the nerve to just sit there, acting like she didn't care—when obviously, she was waiting just as eagerly.
Fine, let her wait. Once the owner of Celestial Feast arrived, Selina would be nothing more than a bystander, forced to watch Angela chat with the owner while pretending not to care. Just imagining it was exhilarating.
Angela, now feeling smug, announced, "Everyone, take your seats. I asked earlier—the owner is here, probably just busy for now, but they'll come find me in a bit."
She turned to Robinson. "About your situation, I'll speak on your behalf. It wasn't all your fault, no reason you should bear it alone."
The class rep, Robinson, put down his fork and lit up with excitement. "Thank you, Miss Morris. You're so kind."
