A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Arielle leaned back in her chair and gave Wendy an enigmatic gaze.

“I didn’t do anything wrong in the first place, and all I wanted was a simple ‘sorry’. So, Ms. Wendy Greene, where did I go overboard? Anyway, this has nothing to do with you, does it? Also, Mr. Baxter didn’t even get a chance to say anything, and I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for you to put an oar in at this point in time. I’m only asking him to apologize. The way you put it was as if I’m asking him to beg for forgiveness on his knees or something.”

Henry snapped his fingers and pointed at Wendy. “Precisely! Who are you to speak for him?”

“Y-You… No! I’m trying to—” Wendy flushed, and her face turned as red as a tomato.

“Enough!” Donovan bawled. “Wendy, you have nothing to do with this. Please sit down.”

Showered in embarrassment, she pursed her lips and unwillingly took her seat.

Donovan took a deep breath and looked at Arielle. “Arielle, my apologies for scolding you before having a clear picture of what was going on.”

Arielle raised her brow and replied, “Apology accepted. Now you may talk about that important something.”

Being under someone’s command

managed to calm himself down with a

spoke again, “The purpose of gathering all of you here was to see if anyone of you could perform at tomorrow’s school opening ceremony. Each department is required to have two students perform. As for us, we aren’t under

in unison, with

throw them into a tizzy. Performing in

Donovan wasn’t surprised.

try talking to the principal about that. However, the principal held on to

gaze, someone from the second row

interested in performing in the

“I do play

play that tomorrow.”

else? A

will no doubt be the joke of