"Evelyn!!!"

"Do you mean it?"

"What would I gain making a joke out of that? Does that even make any sense."

There was a weird silence which traversed the nook and crannies of the sitting room where all the girls were gathered. The nine girls.

They all wore long faces. It was obvious that there was something going on. And not one of them was willing to speak. Not yet.

Funny enough, they weren't even looking one another in the eyes. It was as though each of them was invested in his own thoughts and wouldn't be denied of the flow.

The only sound heard was the whirring of a bot which purified the air. The scent was beautiful and heart-winning.

"I can't just wrap my head around it. No matter how hard I try to think of it, it doesn't add up."

Tendzel was the first to bring up the mood.

"Tell me about it. Damien dating the manager of the hotel? Nah, it's a lie. It can never be possible. It doesn't even make any sense. I mean is that how classless she is?"

"No, that isn't even the main deal here. The