During the weekend, Jane decided to take a break from her work and attend a soiree hosted by one of the influential families in Riddleford. She set aside her usual black attire in favour of a royal blue gown that revealed her bare shoulders. Her hair was elegantly tied up, with the strands of her fringe softly framing her temples.
"Look at her, finally attending a soiree after all this time. The rumours must have gotten to her head," one woman whispered to her friend, eyeing Jane as she walked past.
"It was only a matter of time before she was the topic of conversation again. If she's trying to shake off the label she gave herself, I wish her good luck," the second woman sneered. "She's a spinster. No man would take her as his wife, especially knowing she was involved with that killer."
"Jane Reinhart is a doomed name. At least she didn't run away with another man like her mother," another guest murmured, glancing at the twenty-four-year-old woman.
