A gentle female voice, yet tinged with a subtle reproach. We all turned to look.
Evangeline lifted her head, and her expression suddenly changed.
Following her line of sight, I saw a richly adorned noblewoman swaying toward us, pearls and jewels gleaming, followed by a group of equally well-dressed ladies.
But the moment her gaze landed on my face, that trace of composure vanished without a trace.
Her eyes seemed to freeze over in an instant.
“So you’re here.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was cold, like the scrape of a blade across glass.
I froze for a moment. Before I could react, she had already turned to the people beside her and said:
“It’s her. The woman who keeps clinging to my husband.”
My heart sank sharply.
—What was she talking about?
The sound of high heels striking
