With the situation of things, maybe it's high time she changed her lock, or better still, her apartment—then she wouldn't have to deal with unwanted visitors barging in on her at will.
She had barely found somewhere to sit when Selene, the eldest among them, flashed a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Look at you, always buried in work. When will you learn to enjoy life?"
Denise, the fashionista who'd been on a tour when the gala was held and couldn't attend chimed in, adjusting her designer sunglasses, despite being indoors.
"Honestly, Shantel, you're wasting prime opportunities. Richard Domango is a catch, and I heard he's been all over you recently."
"And what if I don't want to follow your blueprint for happiness? Maybe I'm content focusing on my career."
