A petite server came out of the restroom, and upon a closer look, it was none other than Luna.
Her forehead wound was simply treated, covered by her bangs. She adjusted her clothes, with a slight curl at her lips, and walked into the second-floor hall party carrying a tray.
Ten minutes later.
The party was nearing its end, and a group of reporters gathered in the corner, whispering.
Someone suddenly started a rumor, and the group, each with their gear, ascended to the third floor.
They had just received a tip that an actress from South Wind Song was upstairs having an affair with a wealthy man.
Excited by such gossip, they were quite interested.
Upon arriving at the mentioned room 6112, all the reporters readied their equipment, exchanging looks, uncertain about the authenticity of the tip. No one dared act rashly in case it was a prank and found others inside; they would all face complaints.
The hard-won status could be lost.
