High society was led by prominent socialites. Among the Southern ladies in their early twenties, I was the most prominent.
Therefore, no one desired to be on my bad side.
The desire to put me on the spot and tear down my reputation, stemmed from envy and the wish to covet my high position.
Humans, especially the wicked noble ladies, derived joy from other's downfall. Above all, they were adaptable and quick to dance to the tune of power.
Now that they knew my position was stabilized, with my foundation deemed as innocent, they quickly changed their earlier approach towards me.
"Oh my, that's wonderful!"
"It's good that they're taking responsibility for their mistakes!"
Lady Dawn from earlier, nervously modified her statement, in an attempt to appease me. Just in case she had incurred my anger. "As I said, we never doubted you even for a moment."
The praise pouring out from all sides was noisy. So I waved my hand, dismissing their idle exaltations.
