Lowly, once again.
I was aware that these people would never speak well of me.
Andrew also appeared unhappy with the gentlemanâs remark, his face turning cold.
âYour comments are unwarranted.
In my view, there is no distinction between a pureblood witch and a mixed-blood witch.
Debra is certainly not âlowlyâ in any sense.
â
âWell⦠The gentleman, slightly cowed by Andrewâs stern demeanor, forced a smile.
âI apologize, Iâve had a bit too much to drink and let my jokes get the better of me.
Let me penalize myself with another drink.
â
With that, he gulped down his champagne in one swallow, his face turning red.
âMy friend over there is calling me.
I hope you and Debra have a pleasant evening.
â
With those words, he quickly left.
I let out a sigh of relief once he was out of sight.
His stare was truly uncomfortable.
Spending a few more seconds near him felt like a punishment.
Andrew looked at me.
âDebra, donât let it get to you.
Thatâs just how he is.
Donât let his words get under your skin.
â
âAlright.
â I nodded.
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I had grown all too familiar with this type of behavior.
Getting upset was not an option; it would only lead to endless inner turmoil.
More people came up to greet and talk with Andrew.
It was usual for everyone to seek favor from the deputy clan leader.
I noticed the constant flow of people trying to get Andrewâs attention, giving him no time to rest, even though he tried to include me.
I said thoughtfully, âMr.
Pierce, please go ahead and see to your guests.
Iâll explore on my own.
â
âAlright, just be careful and let me know if you need anything.
â
He managed to respond during a brief pause before turning back to engage with the other guests.
Alone, I walked over to a table, picked up a glass of champagne that had been set out for the guests, and began to stroll around.
The banquet was lavish and filled with a crowd, and there were more guests than I had anticipated.
Was this an assembly of the witch clanâs elite?
This banquet appeared to be more than just a simple gathering.
I moved quietly through the crowd, ignoring the scornful stares, and was reaching for some of the provided delicacies when suddenly, someone bumped into me.
âARIâ
Caught by surprise and unsteady on my high heels, I staggered a few steps and inadvertently crashed into a passing server, causing the glasses he was carrying to fall and break on the floor.
As the sound of shattering glass filled the room, I quickly said, âIâm sorry.
â
The server, busy and short on time, gave me a quick look before bending down to clear the mess, trying not to interrupt the other guests.
Feeling accountable, I was about to help him when a haughty voice reached my ears.
âA mixed-blood witch will always remain just that, never quite fitting in.
â