Mira felt like her feet were glued to the marble floor as she stared down at the sea of hostile faces staring at her below.
There had to be at least thirty people gathered down there, way too many people for a normal household, unless this was some sort of hotel.
Was there another party?
And their number wasn't even the shocking part. They indeed continued to stare at her with such intensity that should be meant for criminals or reality TV villains.
The way their jaws were clenched so much, the way their eyes were narrowed to slits, and the way some of them even had their arms crossed was all like they were personally offended by her very existence was enough to prove it.
They're literally looking at me like I've personally murdered someone dear to them? Or like I owe every single one of them my soul.
