Compared to a few moments ago, she had calmed down. As promised, they both entered the ballroom from two different routes to avoid any more attention, yet the moment she walked inside the ballroom, all eyes were on her.
"Good evening, lady," A man in his early fifties attended to her. He had a smile, yet she could discern his insincerity.
"Good evening, sir," She gave him a courteous bow. His hands fiddled, and with a sly face, he asked, "What is your full name, Milady?" The man tried to kiss the back of her hand, but then Luiza retracted her hands.
"I am Liz." She once again gave him a deep bow to compensate. It was a society where nobles would take offence when they were treated slightly harshly while no one carried them, even if the commoners were treated inhumanely.
