The fashionable crowd of elites in the ballroom had diminished, but the air was getting a bit suffocating. Especially when the queueing line to greet the new Duchess of Gregory House was not getting any shorter. Lord Gregory had excused himself earlier, saying there was a task he needed to resolve immediately for tonight. And the nobles took the chance to flatter the bride before returning to their homes.
Oh, God. Time seemed to crawl. Yuki was slowly getting bored when every single one of them speaks pretty much the same topic. About her exquisite dress, her lovely face, and the splendid ceremony. Some even dared to introduce Yuki to their daughters, saying these other ladies would be perfect companions for Yuki in the future. Huh! More like ideal concubines for her husband. Yuki almost laughed out loud because their ill intentions were too noticeable.
Can't they keep such thoughts just in their heads?
