"Isla, are you okay?"
"..."
Poppy Smith was somewhat anxious; she had never been so close to her high society dreams before.
Yet those dreams had shattered so quickly.
At this moment, Isla Astir and Mandel Thompson were sitting inside the hall.
Seeing her downcast, Brandon chuckled and said, "Miss Astir, are you still upset about yesterday's incident?"
"I've known her for three years, and she said she would always treat me like her little sister," Isla sighed.
Three years of friendship was not something one could simply put aside.
Brandon continued, "Is she your only friend?"
"No," Isla replied. "But after this incident, I'm afraid to trust my other friends."
The incident had successfully cast a shadow over Isla's heart.
She couldn't bring herself to trust others anymore.
It always felt like everyone was deceiving her.
Hearing this, Brandon poured Isla a glass of water and laughed, "Miss Astir, it seems like you're once bitten, twice shy!"
Isla remained silent.
