"All soldiers, how about we play something different?"
As soon as she asked this question, Flossie Wright squinted and smiled faintly, looking just like a fox.
Becca Reyes couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Those who had encountered Flossie Wright heard these words and sensed something was off, attempting to sneak away, but were stopped by the groomsman, Rowdy Brightwill, who appeared out of nowhere.
"Don't go, let's play."
Rowdy Brightwill wrapped his arms around two people's shoulders, his face filled with a radiant smile.
Having been dragged in as a makeshift groomsman for the day, Rowdy Brightwill had been frustrated all day. Now, finding an opportunity to vent, he was definitely eager for excitement.
The people who wanted to leave were pulled back with bitter expressions.
"So, what are we playing?"
Glenn Hutchinson's military officer friend, who knew nothing about Flossie Wright, felt indifferent to her suggestion.
"Darts."
Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow.
