Lia's POV
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"Nice to meet you, Miss Lia. I have a few things I'd like to talk about."
"Miss Lia, it's an honor to have you here. Can we talk for a minute?"
"Miss..."
The room was buzzing with voices, each one calling my name with varying levels of urgency and friendliness.
All the "Miss"es mixed together into a constant, buzzing sound, with everyone trying to get my attention and their faces becoming a blur of smiles and eager expressions.
It was overwhelming.
The endless requests and greetings made it hard to focus on any one person.
Even though I felt a bit lost in the chaos, I did my best to engage with each person, responding politely and thoughtfully.
"Hello, I'd love to chat with you, but not right now."
Events like this always made me uneasy.
It felt like people were drawn to me as if I were bait, each one wanting something—whether it was a partnership, support for their projects, or just a favor.
