Carla Sinclair tilted her head, still chatting with the young man beside her, and didn't notice the commotion at the entrance.
"Where's Felix? Why didn't he come with you?"
"Oh, him? He's busy with exams."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"It doesn't matter whether I take them or not."
"..."
A rare, speechless expression appeared on Carla Sinclair's cool face.
"No offense," Ian Sinclair said, swirling the wine glass in his hand, also finding it strange, "but why on earth are you celebrating a birthday right now?"
"When I saw your invitation, I thought it was summer."
"It was a mass invitation. You didn't have to come."
"Who said I came for your birthday party?" Ian Sinclair rubbed his nose. "I was just passing by and decided to do you a favor."
"After all, you don't have many friends. I was afraid it'd be dead. See? On a day like this, even your 'dear' little brother didn't show up."
