Part 11

"I'm not acting strange. Medusa is too arrogant. I can't stand her having a relationship with Uncle Gladwin, especially when she openly insults you. Who does she think she is?"

"But it didn't have to be so confrontational, right?"

Abigail just shrugged. They were now in the living room where a long bench filled with plenty of food was served, and dinner began after a few words from the party organizers.

Flavia was still at Gladwin's residence, helping the household assistants clean up the leftovers of the guests while some men continued the drinking session in the backyard.

"Are you staying overnight?" Abigail asked, carrying a dirty plate in her hands.

"No, I'll be heading home," Flavia replied, placing the plate on the bar table, which would later be washed by the assistants.

"Why? I was planning to stay here and not go back to the apartment."

"There's still work I need to finish," Flavia said casually.

"Work or..." Abigail paused her statement.

"Abby, stop teasing me."

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