Chapter 332

Who would’ve thought Calliope slapped Lisette across the face before everyone – not just once, but twice? There was no holding back.

Everyone was stunned. The entire banquet hall fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

But Portia thought Calliope did a good job. She almost wanted to applaud Calliope.

But then she realized that this would only give the gossipers more to talk about, and her head began to ache with the thought.

“Maybe it would’ve been better to take Lisette somewhere private and give her a piece of my mind,” Portia mused to herself.

“Callie–” Portia tried to quietly get Calliope’s attention.

Calliope grabbed a napkin and wiped her hand, looking at Lisette sternly. “Did you smear yourself with too much makeup?”

She looked a bit disgusted.

Lisette held her face, her lips trembling. She couldn’t believe Calliope would go so nuts.

“—”

“Why–”

“I’m sorry–”

Her head hung low, and tears started to fall.

In this case, silence spoke louder than words. The crowd around them quickly took Lisette’s side.

“Whoa, Calliope, are you out of your mind? Why would you hit her?”

“Have you lost it? Why did you slap Lisette?”

“What did she do to deserve that?”

“Calliope, you’re acting crazy!”

“Lisette, are you okay?”

“Lisette’s already injured. Her arm’s in a sling! Calliope, you’ve gone too far!”

“I’m fine. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have called Calliope my sister!” Lisette kept her head down, playing the victim.

She smirked slightly, knowing the crowd would rally against Calliope.

Calliope, however, remained calm, listening to everyone defend Lisette.

“Are you all done?” she asked after a while.

Everyone paused, shocked.

“Aren’t you hungry? I know I am,” Calliope said coldly. “Are we going to eat or what?”

Everyone was thrown for a loop by her nonchalance.

Suddenly, the tension deflated.

“Yeah, it’s dinner time. We should eat.”

Someone suggested, “Let’s have the servers bring out the food, and we can chat over dinner.”

“Exactly. It’s been a while since we’ve all caught up!”

“Right. Let’s eat together!”

Calliope sat at a random table, and Portia sat beside her. Gradually, everyone else found their seats as well.

With the seating mostly filled, a few ended up at Calliope’s table. The table fell into an awkward silence, people stealing glances at Calliope but saying nothing.

Soon, the food started to arrive. Calliope began eating at her own pace.

Someone came over to offer a toast, and Calliope poured herself a drink.

“Calliope, remember me?” A guy stood before her, smiling with a glass in hand.

“Soren?” Calliope glanced at the man in front of her, who sported a slicked-back hairstyle and a bit of a round physique, not much different from their school days.

“You still recognize me, huh?” Soren chuckled, resting a hand on the back of Calliope’s chair, trying to slide his hand onto her shoulder.

Calliope squinted slightly, pinching Soren’s wrist between her fingers and moving his hand away. “What’s up?” Soren played it off. “You’re married to Silas, huh? We go way back, so maybe you could do me a favor and introduce us?”