Beatrice's expression turned serious as a sudden thought crossed her mind. "But what if they don't believe the story?" she asked, furrowing her brows.
The room fell silent as her question hung in the air, and her friends exchanged puzzled glances. "I mean, what if they think it's just a work of fiction and not based on a true story?" she clarified, her tone tinged with worry.
"Of course they won't believe your story," said Countess Garnet. The moonlight that seeped in through the windows illuminated her sharp features.
"They will only care about the gossip and the drama. In the end, they will believe whatever happened in the book and even exaggerate the events," she paused to take a sip of her wine, her eyes scanning the room for a reaction.
The other noble ladies and women remained silent, hanging on her every word. "But isn't this what you wanted, Beatrice?" she continued, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips.
