[Third Person].
Draven and Dennis arrived just as the last of Wanda's words faded into the air.
Draven's expression remained carefully neutral, but the faint tightening at the corner of his mouth betrayed his displeasure.
Dennis, on the other hand, barely concealed it at all. His jaw was set hard, eyes burning as he stared at Wanda, having overheard enough of her speech to understand exactly what she had done.
For a brief second, Wanda felt the shift. Then she turned, but her smile flickered when she saw Draven. However, she recovered quickly.
With practised ease, Wanda stepped forward, her expression brightening as if nothing were amiss. "Draven," she said warmly, already moving toward him. "I was just telling everyone how—"
He walked straight past her. He didn't slow his steps or glance at her. He didn't even acknowledge her existence.
The humiliation landed instantly.
