She peppered Flora with a non-stop volley of insults.
Flora's face turned red, then dark with anger.
But Aria wasn't about to let Mira fight alone. She immediately spoke up.
"You're only out on bail. Technically, you're still a person of interest, so don't think you're in the clear."
"Besides, your 'best friend' just had her funeral, and you're already busy planning your wedding banquet tonight. Are you even human?"
Getting pregnant before marriage had never been considered a good thing.
Their families surely didn't want the news to spread and would rush the wedding to legitimize the child in Flora's womb.
But what Aria said was also reasonable.
Flora had built up a public persona as a loyal best friend. Would a loyal best friend cause such a scene?
The private dining restaurant was always busy, and since Aria had just gone viral online again, someone in the crowd immediately recognized her.
"I knew she looked familiar. Isn't that the woman who jumped out and accused Aria of being the murderer after Lilith died a while back? Now Lilith's funeral just ended, and she's already desperate to get married. If my best friend did that, I'd be angry enough to climb out of my grave."
"Exactly! Look at how arrogant she is. She slandered someone and still hasn't apologized, and now she wants Aria to attend her wedding?"
"Who would dare go? What if they get framed for something again? I'd stay as far away from a ghoul like that as possible!"
Mira hadn't known about Flora's pregnancy, so she just assumed Flora was desperate to get married, which only deepened her contempt.
Seeing the situation escalating, Charles quickly tried to do damage control.
"Flora didn't mean anything by it. She just felt bad about how things ended up before and wanted to use the wedding as a chance to reconcile with you."
"If she's so sincere about apologizing, then no time like the present. Let's do it today."
Aria crossed her arms, a playful look in her eyes as she watched Flora.

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