Despite the tension lingering in the air, thanks to Sophia's spirited efforts, everyone managed to make it through the meal without any incidents.
The dining etiquette of the wealthy was meticulous, and by the time dinner was over, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in deep shades of dusk.
As Ruby gazed out at the fading light, her mind began to churn with fresh schemes.
"Miss Dalton," Helen said coolly as she dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin, her movements as elegant as ever. "You've apologized, we've finished dinner. I assume you can leave now?"
Her tone was polite on the surface but sharp and biting underneath, like a blade wrapped in silk.
"Helen…" Ruby's voice softened as she turned to Helen, her eyes filled with false sincerity.
