Jane McCain was furious.
Today was her birthday banquet, and Purple Summers was a friend she had invited only to have her slandered in such a way. It was totally uncalled for!
Purple Summers, however, did not get angry, and replied calmly, "I was just having a casual chat with a friend, please don't take it to heart."
The woman wanted to ridicule her some more, but the man next to her said sternly, "Today is Ms. McCain's birthday, let's not make a scene."
His tone was low and even seemed a bit gentle. The woman recoiled a bit upon hearing it, as if she was scared, "...Yes."
Purple Summers became curious and took a closer look at the man in front of her.
He seemed like the other male guests at the gathering, dressed in formal attire, looking like a charming gentleman. But there was something different, a sober restraint, his eyes were as deep as a dark abyss, with an undercurrent of intensity in his grace.