William furrowed his brow, glancing at the three women standing in front of him, the ones who had just been gossiping about him.
He didn't feel like dealing with them, and arguing with women wasn't really his thing.
But the girl in the yellow dress, the one leading the pack, wasn't going to let it slide.
"Are you deaf or something? Can't you hear me talking?" she sneered. "Emma Anderson, no wonder the Anderson family keeps you locked away. You're rude, ugly, and totally lacking manners."
"The Anderson family…" the girl in pink chimed in with an exaggerated gasp. "They're barely hanging onto high society anymore, doing anything they can to crash these parties. Look at yourself, have you even seen what you look like? You really think you, of all people, could get anywhere near Mr. Howard
