"We already said-" Tiffaney cut them off simply.
"Countess." Tiffaney spoke it simply. While things were supposed to be even, it was still considered polite and enforceable to be addressed by one's title. The two paused but didn't desist.
"There are many countess heirs here, almost none will inherit anything." The girl was not as attractive as any of the high nobles. It lacked the good structure of Miss Elizabath, and the cuteness of the young heir Dyne. It was probably why the young women were so surly, her marriage prospects wouldn't be as good, and she would most likely get married below her current station.
"Get security in here to escort them out." The male stated to the single secretary. IT wasn't a large room but had enough to manage and seat thirty. There was a small area behind them where the nurse saw patient. Most of her work was small wounds and scratches, more to make the nobles who came feel like they were being taken care of.
