She truly could not understand how this woman, who had married a disabled prince, could still carry herself with such terrifying confidence and arrogance.
Everyone had assumed Zora would fade into obscurity, wrapped in misfortune and regret. Yet instead, she stood brighter than ever, untouchable and unbothered. That alone made Scarlett furious beyond measure.
"Miss Scarlett," Zora said indifferently, not even turning her head, "if you enjoy making a spectacle of yourself in public like a street shrew, that is your personal preference. I do not share such made interests."
Those words landed like a slap to the face.
Scarlett's complexion turned ghastly pale, then flushed a violent red. Zora had dared to call her a shrew. A street shrew. The future Crown Princess, reduced to a laughingstock with a single sentence.
The murmurs around them instantly grew louder.
