Aurelia's features were cool and clear, with the end of her chopsticks holding a sprig of cilantro.
She lifted her eyelids, her eyes glistening coldly as she looked at Eleanor Spencer, her red lips curving into a beautiful arc.
"I'm allergic to cilantro."
Eleanor's expression froze, the rich emotions she was brewing came to a sudden halt, her face as expressive as ever.
Aurelia's smile was full of sarcasm, "Isabel, we're straightforward people, you're not just inviting me out for a meal, are you?"
"I... I... Aurelia, don't get me wrong, I'm just worried you might not handle the Stardust issue well, and we haven't caught up in a long time, especially with your divorce from Mason Nightshade..."
Realizing she said the wrong thing, Eleanor abruptly shut her mouth, glanced at Aurelia, her rosy lips pressed tightly, hesitating whether to continue.
