Petunia pondered the guests to invite to the upcoming tea party.
Most were ladies and young women loyal to her.
Still, unease gnawed at her. From long ago, Rebecca had effortlessly taken whatever she wanted without any effort.
The way people had looked at Rebecca during the wedding could not be ignored.
If Rebecca set her mind to it, the solid palace Petunia had painstakingly built could crumble overnight like a sandcastle.
“That won’t do!”
Petunia snapped nervously, then quickly grabbed her hand mirror, regretting her outburst.
The more one lost their temper, the faster wrinkles formed, or so they said.
As Petunia rubbed her eye area in the mirror, her gaze shifted to her ears.
Ruby earrings—boasting a red as vivid as her hair—dangled there.
Since the autumn ball, Petunia had occasionally spent time with Alicia.
In response, Alicia acted as though she owed her life.
For someone of…
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