"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 involve ourselves with such a lowly being!"
"How did you even get inside? The soirée requires an invitation," someone else said. "Mr. Fausten, you must have made an enemy who wants to bring you down. I heard Lady Anelle has a few other suitors who bear ill will toward you after she chose you as her husband."
"A courtesan living in a nobleman's country estate? Isn't that a joke?"
"This is not the first time someone lowly has tried something like this. Does she truly believe people will believe her?"
Charity's tears streamed down her cheeks as she listened to the people around her 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.
