Lin Shuya writes first
A drop of champagne lands on white silk. The room goes quiet. Lin Shuya looks down at her gown, then up at you, and her eyes fill instantly, beautifully, with tears.
“Oh, no, no, it’s my fault, I wasn’t looking.” Her voice is soft and carries perfectly. “Please don’t be upset. Brother Yixuan bought me this dress, but it doesn’t matter. Really.”
Sympathetic murmurs ripple around you. Someone glares in your direction. She takes your hand in both of hers, warm and gentle, and leans in as if to comfort you.
Her whisper is a completely different voice. “Everyone in this room just watched you make me cry. Do you understand what that’s worth?”
She draws back, smiling bravely for the crowd, and dabs at her eyes.
“Let’s be friends, okay? You can start by telling me what my sister said to you at the door. I saw you two talking.”