"Mr. Fausten has always been a respectable man," said an older lady. "Surely, this courtesan is only trying to stir trouble. Where are your guards, Lady Lucresia? Let's not mix ourselves with such a lowly being!"
"How did you even get inside? The soiree needs an invitation," someone else said. "Mr. Fausten, you must have made an enemy who wanted to bring you down. I heard Lady Anelle got a few other suitors who are in bad blood with you after she chose you as husband."
"A courtesan living in a nobleman's country estate? Isn't that a big joke?"
"This is not the first time someone lowly tried to do this. Does she truly believe people will believe her?"
Charity's tears rolled down her cheeks continuously as she heard people around mock her, so certain she was lying.
Seeing this, Elain felt her heart ache. Many people from the upper class were always quick to judge those from the lower class. It wasn't a new sight, but she hated it all the same.
