'…Huh?' The throbbing sensation on her cheek made Calla to understand that someone suddenly slapped her, which she did not expect.
''Oh dear…''
''That sounded painful.''
''But she deserved it.''
''Who told her to scheme against young miss castro?''
''it's understandable that young miss castro slapped her.''
''Young miss castro….''
With the whispers of 'young miss castro' around herself, Calla didn't need a second guess to know who just landed a slap on her cheeks.
''...'' Pursing her lips, Calla turned her head back, her gaze meeting fuming eyes of Evelyn castro. The angry lady trembled in another gown, dark blue in color and more casual, different from the gold glittering that she had at the beginning of the banquet.