''.....''
Isla's eyes moved to the madams standing by her side. As always, they decorated themselves with glittering pieces of jewelry and luxurious ball gowns. Their real faces concealed behind the foundation of makeup and their bodies exuded various scents of flowery perfume.
''What does marchioness chauvez mean?'' Her focus was on the obvious leader of the nosy women. The person who just said those words that were very childish.
Exactly as in the past, this woman would make sure to have a battle of words with her. To be honest, she had forgotten about marchioness chauvez. She had forgotten about her acquaintances after she decided to run away from the hayes duchy. Now that she was slowly returning back to this aspect of her life, she could recall some familiar faces she had seen in the empress's birthday banquet and even at this moment.
''Du–''
