Freya's POV
Mira Tristan's lips parted and closed several times, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "We're... preparing to launch."
Mrs. Ben's voice carried effortless elegance. "My daughter may be modest, but she's the principal violinist for a world-renowned orchestra. I hardly know how to contain my pride."
Mira Tristan tried to interrupt, but Hazel White elbowed her sharply and shot her a warning look.
"Mrs. Ben, you're far too humble," Hazel White smoothly interjected. "Everyone knows the Ben Family produces nothing but industry titans and social elites. We can only aspire to such excellence. Freya Colby truly is remarkable, and I've always held her in the highest regard."
Hazel White's ability to read a room was masterful.
After flattering Mrs. Ben, she immediately pivoted to me with saccharine advice. "Freya, with Mrs. Ben showing such faith in you, you simply must embrace this opportunity. What an incredible honor."
