Make you beautiful

The woman with the silver card smirked, her tone cutting as she repeated, "Explain, Chen Xu. How does someone like that woman have a golden card while you, the great Chen Xu, are stuck with bronze?"

Chen Xu's face paled at the accusation, the derision now directed squarely at her. "I—how would I know?" she stammered, her voice uncharacteristically defensive. "We haven't spoken in years!"

"Oh, but you seemed to know enough to call her your 'friend' earlier," another woman interjected with a sly grin. "If she's not your friend, why claim her? Or were you just using her name to save face?"

The murmurs grew louder, the crowd's hostility shifting. The rich and beautiful who had once rallied around Chen Xu now circled like vultures, sensing her weakness.