Her gaze fell on Ivana Bennett, who was surrounded by many noble ladies like stars clustering around the moon, and she became even more furious.
"Cheap woman!"
A palace servant stopped beside her, following her gaze to look in Ivana Bennett's direction.
"You... must be Miss Mila, right?"
Mila turned her head and glanced at the servant.
The servant's figure was very slim, clothed in a black tailcoat commonly worn by palace servants, beneath which short brown hair framed a pair of lovely deep blue eyes. His lips were somewhat pale, but his features were impeccably handsome.
"You recognize me?"
In the past, Mila would never speak to a servant of such low status.
However, today was different, and furthermore, the other party's face was too distinguished, which is why she acted out of character.
