"Nia Mitchell, standing here isn't a wise move if you're trying to avoid the hassles of the party and spend a few hours in peace."
Shirley Grant casually picked up a glass of red wine and stood before Nia Mitchell.
Nia Mitchell looked up, finding it somewhat hard to believe that Shirley Grant would come over and say such things to her. Had she forgotten to take her medication today?
"Thank you for your advice. I'll move right away."
Detecting no ill will in her words, Nia Mitchell responded graciously.
After speaking, Shirley Grant left. She, too, wanted to find a quiet place to pass the next few hours. Turning, she glanced at Alan Morgan in the crowd, a hundred indescribable feelings stirring within her.
Watching Shirley Grant leave, Diana Hill, with a curious expression, moved a small step closer to Nia Mitchell. "That's strange. What's wrong with Secretary Grant today?"
