Chapitre 166: Mixer Practice    

[EVE]

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Riri asked, her brow furrowed as I adjusted the plain white mask over my face.

"Do you really want me to walk in there looking like this?" I shot back, pointing at my reflection in a nearby window.

Riri gave me a once-over, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized my perfectly fine appearance. Then, without a word, she grabbed the mask and shoved it firmly back onto my face.

"You know what? Keep it. Actually, never take it off. If you're not here to snag a boyfriend, at least don't make it harder for the rest of us. We're the ones who actually need this, okay?"

"Wow, thanks for the confidence boost," I deadpanned, rolling my eyes behind the mask.

"Let's go!" Riri chirped, dragging me toward the restaurant like her life depended on it.