Lilith's lips curled into a slow, unsettling smile as cameras clicked sharply around the room. The flashing lights reflected in her bright blue eyes, giving her an almost unreal look. She stood tall, full of confidence, but she didn't miss the quiet whispers from the crowd.
Across the room, a group of rich women stood together, speaking in low voices filled with spite as they gossiped.
"She's crazy," one of them muttered, her perfectly manicured fingers adjusting her necklace. "Why is she making such a fuss? She's just an orphan, after all, marrying into a rich family. How foolish of her."
"Exactly," another chimed in, her nose wrinkling as though she smelled something unpleasant. "Poor mentality, that's what it is. Can't even firga a man apologizing in front of everyone."
"And Rayan was even saying sorry," a third added, shaking her head as she took a sip of her champagne. "Why is she dragging this out instead of just saying yes?"