The woman was dressed in a sleek black gown, her slightly curled hair hung behind her like ink spilled in the water, and the petite diamond studs in her ears sparkled a radiant, faint purple under the sunlight.
She raised her hand, making a gesture for silence.
The reporters hastily pointed their microphones toward her, but they noticeably lowered the volume of their voices.
Charlotte Thompson's lips curled into a slight smile. Her voice, like a flowing stream, rang out eerily in the air.
"I know why you all are here, you wish to get a more significant scoop from me."
She paused for a moment, her eyes sparkled, radiating an enchanting charm.
However, she seemed unblemished by the mud around her, like a naive white flower untouched by worldly affairs.
She stood there with a demeanor unmatched by anyone present.