Autumn's POV

The atmosphere of the venue suddenly chilled, and everyone looked towards the revolving staircase. A woman in a purple dress was slowly walking down the stairs, her dress covered with nice little pearls and a large diamond ring glowing with light on her black gloves. She held the stair handle and slowly descended the stairs one step at a time, sweeping the entire venue with a defiant gaze, her proud neck not lowering a bit, her arrogance. The crowd automatically dispersed to make way for several small groups whispering, looking at her with some different eyes, some surprised, some contempt, some hatred.

But she didn't care.

"Brenda, why...