Chapter 52

Scarlett I keep my head high while walking back to my quarters after I got my dress soiled by Faye’s so-called ‘accident’. The echo of murmurs from the reception still clings to me like smoke–words carried by too many mouths that was improvised to make it worse and the one who did it–none other than Faye of course. My dress is still faintly damp where Faye’s “accident” landed, and the chilled silk sticks to my skin in patches. I couldn't help but grit my teeth from irritation. Damn, I desperately wanted to do the same with her but there were too many noses there and who knows, that woman would surely take the advantage and worsen my reputation. At least I also worsen hers. Nothing could change the fact that she’s the mistress, a homewrecker in fact who got a huge gut to challenge the still original. Let’s see if she can keep up the pretense of making Alexander still challenge me to not dissolve the bonds. I could feel Lucien’s hand resting at the small of my back as we walked, his pace