Chapter 66: 66 — Sold Off to Our Country

Amidst a delicate hum of murmured conversations, Cynthia sat gracefully, a serene smile on her lips. The gathered noblewomen formed a perfect circle around a large white table with their white-painted wooden chairs, each dressed elegantly. As Cynthia glanced around, she returned the smiles of the ladies, noting the familiar tension beneath the politeness of the gathering. She knew fully well that it was merely a facade for all.

They sure have a lot to discuss. It's been a long time since I attended these… 

She mused, their whispers seeming unending.

No. Rather, I only attended these in my past life.