The other side.
The Lancaster Family banquet.
Luxury cars passed through the gates and drove into the Lancaster family mansion.
The entire villa was adorned with warm and dazzling light strands, and even a tuxedoed pianist was playing soothing tunes on the lush green lawn.
The sound of glasses clinking extended from the living room to the outside courtyard.
The number of people was not many; they were all friends of the Lancaster family or guests invited by Yvonne Lancaster.
However, in the group of young people, she sat alone with her chin resting on her hand, looking listless and dispirited, her mind constantly replaying the word "odd," feeling deeply troubled.
It's true what they say, the more you can't have something, the more you crave it.
She just wanted to make friends with her, what's the need to be so stingy and say they aren't compatible.
"Sigh." She sighed softly.
A friend asked, "Today is your birthday, why are you sighing?"
