Nancy Nash enthusiastically pulled Aurora to the sofa. Looking up, she saw Timothy Sterling, Joy Dalton, and Sharon Sterling still standing. "Don't just stand there, please have a seat!"
Timothy Sterling sat down and cleared his throat awkwardly. He instinctively loosened his expensive tie, which suddenly felt like it was strangling him.
Joy Dalton and Sharon Sterling, who had been brimming with confidence just moments before, now grew fidgety. Seated on the sofa, they fiddled awkwardly with the hems of their dresses. At that moment, they looked like two gaudy, oversized vases—an eyesore no matter where they were placed.
Nancy Nash took in the trio's reactions, a faint smile touching her lips. She turned her attention back to Aurora, who was sitting beside her. "Aurora, may I call you that?"
Aurora was wary of Nancy Nash's over-the-top enthusiasm. 'There's some kind of hidden agenda beneath all this warmth.'
"Of course, Mrs. Nash."
