"Do you remember my reputation as the mistress terminator?"
Selyu pouted, as if stifling a laugh. Seeing her expression, Lorenzo shook his head even more awkwardly, then said.
"Come, let me introduce you. These are the noble ladies who entrusted me with tasks. What you're seeing now is their little group, the Saturday Housewives."
A group of housewives, heartbroken by men, choosing to party hard on Saturday nights.
These ladies gathered around Lorenzo, celebrating this rare reunion.
…
On the second floor of the ball, men and women whispered in dark corners. Unlike the noisy dance hall on the floor below, it was very quiet here, so the girl could finally stop, look out the window, and enjoy a rare moment of freedom.
A few men noticed her, initially hesitant, but upon seeing the fiery red hair, they seemed to have locked onto their target and slowly approached. One of them spoke with a voice as warm as possible, like a gentleman.
"Excuse me, beautiful lady..."
