Chapter 97 Beau Monde

• I stand in front of a full-length mirror, but all I see is a reflection of a stranger clad in a shimmering evening gown with her hair swept up into an elegant chignon.
• Scarlet moves behind me like a phantom, adjusting the fine strands of jewelry around my neck. The cool jewels feel like chains that suffocate me.
• “Remember to hold your head high, shoulders back and always make eye contact,” she instructs, and I wonder how often did she attend these kinds of events.