On the eighth day of this month, a luxurious banquet took place.
Annie Sutton stood not far, overseeing the whole scene, and noticed the atmosphere had reached its peak.
She glanced at the person beside her, who understood her intention.
Lydia Shire stood in the center of the venue and tried to place her wine glass on the tray, but the waiter removed it. The glass landed on the glass of a lady of high society.
In an instant, a shrill scream sounded, followed by the lady slapping Lydia across her face.
Lydia was dazed by the slap.
For a moment, she saw a figure in beige slowly disappear down the hallway.
"It's already a favor to let you in here; otherwise, do you think you have the qualifications to stand here and toast with us based on your worth? Miss Shire's little tricks might work on men and earn their sympathy, but you seem to have forgotten that there are no men here."
