Layla took a sip of wine from her wine glass and nodded, "I have indeed heard about it."
"There's no way we would not have heard about it, Miss Blackfire," Gallae whispered over to her, "All of them have been talking about it."
Vyrena leaned back into her chair. She had figured out that much. To say that she did not care about how others looked at her would be a lie. Everyone and anyone cared.
The Countess took another sip of her wine and replied, "That being said, I like to see for myself what a person is like before I make a judgement."
Vyrena turned to look at the Countess as she picked up both of Vyrena's hands. The Countess covered both of Vyrena's hands with her own.
"Mother, are you…" before Koiri could finish his sentence, his father shushed him.
"Quiet, your mother needs to concentrate."
