C215 A Feast of Gold

Ann Ran only spoke in a low voice for a moment before she heard a flurry of voices behind her. Following that were a few sweet voices praising the beauty of the flowers and the swimming pools.

This familiar, disgusting tone, this kind of exaggeration was comparable to a stage performance's "lines." Ann Ran suppressed the urge to turn back and held her present tighter. She was about to leave