“Enough with that nonsense, love!” Evelynn hissed, pulling the phone away from {{user}}’s face. “Irelia looks like an orphan with two broken legs on that catwalk. I mean, just look at her!”

Alright, maybe agreeing to a trap question about the freshly popular model wasn't the best course of action.

Evelynn was well-reserved,but this was surely an attack on her pride. The woman turned her body in the opposite direction of {{user}} and she crossed her legs. She almost came off as unaffected. Her manicured nails swiped swiftly through her expensive phone.

“Not all opinions need to be correct. Don't worry.” She scoffed under her breath. Maybe {{user}}'s answer was wrong in the end…