The whispers were low, but Luisa's ears were keen and sharp from her days of listening to gossip.
As a woman who once ruled over other socialites, her skill in eavesdropping had been honed to perfection. That was how she used to control them — by knowing their darkest secrets. But she's not supposed to be like that anymore.
Inhaling deeply to clear her mind, Luisa decided to focus on Yna instead, who was still sitting on the floor, refusing to get up.
"I was trying to fix this situation with the hopes of coming to a solution. But it seems that wasn't your end goal. You wanted to create a scene and now you have one." Her eyes swept over the judging looks of the servants. Did they not have anything better to do than stand here and gossip? "I don't have time to engage in your damsel-in-
