She folded the letter and slipped it into her bag, her movements slow and deliberate.
Aunt Mila's eyes narrowed.
She could see there was no further action to be taken here—not without risking an even bigger scene, one that could ruin her reputation beyond repair.
With a final glare, she turned to Vivian, grabbing her arm.
"Let's go."
Vivian glanced back at Yu Holea one last time, her face contorted with anger and frustration, but she knew better than to argue.
Together, they left, their footsteps echoing in the now-empty room.
Yu Holea watched them go.
A smile appeared on her face.
Slowly the crowd started to regain their rationality and stared at each other in confusion.
"What… just happened?" murmured a woman nearby, rubbing her temples as though trying to clear a fog from her mind.