With so many people still present, Summer Ford really didn't want to argue with her.
She turned her face slightly and softly asked a passing servant beside her, "Please get a glass of wine for Miss Sullivan."
"Yes, young madam!" The person agreed and left with head slightly bowed.
When he reappeared, there was an extra glass of wine in his hand.
"Miss Sullivan, this is yours!" He tried to hand it to Raine Sullivan, but Raine didn't even spare it a glance.
"You've read so many books, and you still don't know that personally serving a guest is more polite?" Her gaze shifted to Summer Ford, her expression ice-cold.
Summer Ford's expression froze slightly.
She came here today just to pick a fight with her?
If something like this happened at any other time, Summer Ford would definitely have gone straight at her with sharp words.
But at an occasion like today, it really wasn't suitable for any kind of confrontation.
