"I knew Lady Adele would be ahead of the trend. We only came today because we heard this place was all the rage."
"Isn't that the truth. I can see why the young people love it so."
The noblewomen, reading the room, edged away from Seira and drifted toward Adele instead. It was instinct with them — clinging to whichever side held the power, like iron filings drawn to the stronger pull of a magnet.
It was simply how they survived, and Adele had no intention of holding it against them.
She just had no wish to join this dog-eat-dog jungle herself. And facing down Seira's murderous glare, even for a second, was agony enough without adding to it.
"Well then, do enjoy your chat."
She said her goodbyes and was about to slip away as naturally as she could.
"Did you know my brother's getting married soon?"
Adele stopped…
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