Welcoming Ball (4)

Nadia smiled lightly and flicked her fan, regarding the somewhat hostile woman in front of her.

"Isn't that obvious?"

"No. It's not." Gwen leaned back, her action almost spilled the wine on the glass she was holding. "We have no obligation to tell you anything, just as it's none of your business."

Nadia's gaze darkened and the fanning motion stopped. 

"Gwen."

There was warning in her voice but it was as if Gwen was deaf and disregarded it.

"First of all, if you really cared, you would have heard about it long ago. So why would you care now?"

"Do you hear yourself? I am your friend so I would–"

"Are you?"

Nadia pursed her lips. 

"..."

"You two–"

"Leave yourself out of this, Beatriz," Gwen cut her off at once.

Bea at the side frowned, displeasure written all over her face.