Marcella stared up at Maxwell, barely hiding her shock. Maxwell? A Metalheart? Her eyes traveled around the stunned, silent crowd. Sadness welled within her. Not for Max's job--she had no care wether he was a Metalheart or lawyer. He was her friend no matter what--but for the consequences that would follow. The disdain of the upperclass, of Maxwell's family, was unavoidable. 
Suddenly, a single applause broke the silence. Marcella turned to see Cooper clapping, her eyes moist as she stared pridefully at Max. Moments later, the newly named driver, Lila, joined in the clapping. Marcella slowly stood, casting a defiant glare over the crowd before joining the applause. Others may think lowly of Max, but not her. She was proud of him. Proud of being hardworking, and kind, and the first nobleborn Metalheart.