What an evil creature has been living among us all this time," one of the elite socialites spat. She marched forward, stopping right in front of Beatrice, her eyes burning with pure disgust.
"What... what do you want to do?" Beatrice stammered, shrinking back into her leather chair. Her heart hammered against her ribs; for the first time in her life, she was completely terrified of her own peers.
"When you turned that innocent little girl into your personal housemaid, did you ever stop to ask yourself what you were doing to her soul?!" the woman demanded.
"You disgusting woman!" another duchess chimed in. "How dare you look at us with those innocent eyes? We are going to deal with you today. Thank God you actually showed your face in public."
