Another person finished speaking and left.
Bella Acker looked down at her own skirt in confusion. Was he talking about her?
No, no, it shouldn't be! There were so many people around, and she had been with Ms. Flynn and Ms. Cheney the whole time. Others shouldn't have noticed her.
Come to think of it, why did the other voice sound somewhat familiar?
Whose voice did it sound like?
Bella pondered it for a moment but couldn't recall. Meanwhile, the two people playing around on the side became more and more energetic, making annoying whiny noises without stopping. It was really bothersome.
"Shouldn't the two of you consider other people's feelings, no matter how high your spirits are? After all, this is a public place."
Bella didn't move; it was the person who walked to the pavilion who had spoken first.
With those words, the two people seemed either startled or finally aware of needing to consider their impact, and the noise finally stopped.
