[Portia's POV]
Three days have passed after the assault incident, and as promised, Oliver will arrive this morning.
It will be our first official meeting in this life.
In fact, I ever met him once personally in my previous life. But, it was not a pleasant meeting.
Instead, I can say that Oliver hates me.
"… you are the rumoured lady, aren't you?" He looked down at me with a cold and pitiful gaze.
We met at the entrance gate while I had just returned from the afternoon tea at the nobles club.
"You know me?" I frowned at him.
I did not know that it was Oliver since I was too preoccupied with gaining other people's attention by attending so many balls and afternoon tea.
However, they never paid attention and always left me out of the conversation. They saw me as a naïve puppet that could be made fun of. I could do nothing against them and harboured the anger inside me alone.
