"This corner is perfect—no one will bother us here.
I absolutely despise these pretentious social gatherings.
Every time my dad drags me to one, I just end up eating.
Only if I spot a couple of handsome guys do I bother mingling."
Hannah plopped onto the sofa, took a sip of yogurt, stretched lazily, and spoke in a casual tone.
Beauty shot her an amused glare and lowered her voice in warning.
"Some things are better left unsaid in places like this.
You wouldn't want anyone overhearing you.
Honestly, you're so carefree.
Look how spoiled you are—your family treats you like a little princess."
"Little princess?
More like a total failure in their eyes now.
My dad's even threatening to cut off my credit card!
How am I supposed to survive?"
Beauty chuckled softly, cutting into her steak.
"But you're already making your own money.
You'd manage just fine without that card."
