Chapter 23

Winter and Diana had already caught on to Lucy's plan. Both of them were elated. They deliberately edged Amelia to the back, treating her as if she were nonexistent. But Amelia remained calm, her expression as still as ever. Soon, they arrived at the drawing room. The grand gilded doors swung open, revealing rows of impeccably dressed socialites lounging on the couch, sipping tea. Even Diana was slightly unraveled by the sight before her. After all, these women were part of the elite from Shelwick and Burnshaw. Lucy immediately sensed Diana's unease. She instinctively glanced at Amelia, eager to see if the hillbilly was on the verge of breaking down in fear. Yet the moment she turned around, she was taken aback. Amelia didn't look nervous at all. Instead, her expression was serene, even graced with a faint, composed smile. Though she stood behind Winter, she radiated a quiet confidence that outshone the latter. Lucy froze, then sneered inwardly. Surely Amelia had no idea w