Cordial and polite, the man in blue pants curiously turned to the crowd, his hands in his pockets.
"I only know one Amber Jacobs. Amber, is he referring to you?"
From among the several elites around, the man's gaze landed on a particular individual, easily finding her within the haystack, a smile on his face.
At this, the attention shifted from both Melissa and me to Amber, who had actually been standing at the back of the crowd the whole time, a glass of red wine in hand.
No word was said or action taken, but a path quickly formed between Amber and the man in blue pants. First downing her glass, Amber looked up with a smile.
"Sky, is there a problem with his actions?"
"Well, he's taking away food meant for the guests. I can't just ignore that now, can I?"
"True, but…" Amber looked around the room, confidently meeting the gazes directed at her.
