The gathering had shifted. Gone were the formal introductions and stiff pleasantries of earlier; now, the event was easing into the dinner portion of the evening. By now, the guests were around 30.
Hardy's parents already left, leaving only the young crowd who were the selected few to attend this dinner. Why it was being organized? Alice didn't know. And at this point, she was no longer curious about the way rich people chose to do their things.
Waitstaff began guiding guests toward the dining area in the corner, while others lingered in conversation clusters around the central room, drinks in hand and voices murmuring with politeness just sharp enough to be dangerous.
Caroline was gone too. Which was strange. Because wasn't they hosting?
Did they by chance invite them here just to poison their food and drinks so they all die?
Don't blame her mind for thinking things like that. Anyone who lived like her would even think worse.
