Her expression hardened.

Rosalynn said, “I'm going to check it out."

“I'LL join you," Maggie insisted, her concern evident.

Opting for the stairs over the elevator, Rosalynn and Maggie climbed to the floor above.

Approaching the door, Rosalynn knocked.

She heard the sounds of a lively gathering within.

No one answered the door. Growing impatient, Rosalynn knocked again, harder this time.

A good neighbor was a priceless commodity, but a noisy and inconsiderate one could be a nightmare.

Finally, the door swung open.

It was a fashionable woman in a black strapless dress.

Eyeing Rosalynn and Maggie, the woman asked sweetly, “Who are you Looking for?"

Rosalynn, always polite, replied, "Hello, we live in the apartment below. Could you please keep the noise down?"

The woman scoffed.

“Oh! You're the people who Live downstairs! It's not even midnight. We're not disturbing anyone."

She was about to close the door.

Rosalynn's expression darkened. Leaning against the door, she said patiently, “Miss, please try to keep the noise down. Consider how you'd feel if we were the ones causing a commotion above your apartment.”

The woman sneered, "Sorry, I live in a villa, so I can't relate."

“That's incredibly unreasonable!" Maggie couldn't contain her frustration.

“Is it? I'm just stating facts. If you don't want to be disturbed, buy a villa," the woman retorted, her disdain palpable.

She obviously Looked down on them as they couldn't afford to live ina villa.

“Millie, what's going on? Is Brian here?" Sanford approached the door, wine glass in hand, and wrapped his arm around Millie Brooks' waist.

Millie's demeanor softened instantly.