Alisha arrived at Veila the next day and she couldn't help but notice that the conflicted looks the girls were darting to her direction had become more condescending.
Once Alisha made eye contact with them, they would immediately look away and then turn to gossip in a muffle sound.
However, no matter how quiet their whisper was, it wasn't quiet enough. She could still hear them loud and clear.
Alisha didn't need to strain to hear them. No matter how low their voices dipped, she had long since mastered the art of catching conversations not meant for her ears.
"I don't get why she had to go to the gala with Katherine," one girl murmured, her tone dripping with bitterness. "As for Katherine, I completely understand. She's a supermodel—she belongs there. But Alisha? I just don't get it. I bet the only reason Megan sent her along was because she's married to a billionaire."
