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âSeriously, dating a bad boy? Was a hopeless Romantic?â
âItâs a pity, considering how brilliant she is.â
Some even whispered, âSanderson doesnât have son to inherit. Are they desperate enough to let this boy marry into the family?â
In the circles of high society, strategic marriages were the norm, where matrimony interests were inextricably linked. So, Cordeliaâs relationship with a soâcalled âbad boyâ was utterly baffling to them.
Even with the best intentions, someone said to Lorna, âMrs. Delaney, Iâm just speaking my mind, and itâs for your own good. Cordeliaâs young, and she must be confused, right? You canât just let her run wild.â
Lorna maintained a polite smile in the face of this friendly advice.
But she defended Cordelia in her response, âWe have no intention of pushing Lia into a marriage for interests. Sheâs missed out on a lot, and I trust her judgment.â
Initially, Lorna disapproved of the relationship, but given how Cordelia was utterly absorbed in her studies, she couldnât picture Cordelia in a romance.
What if this was mistake? What if Cordelia ended up an old maid?
Seeing Lornaâs response, they dropped the subject.
The decorum of a wellâbred lady kept the snark at bay in her presence, but Fanny and Rachel were relentless.
Fanny snorted, âLorna, arenât you a bit too indulgent with Cordelia?â
Rachel chimed in with a smile, âLorna must feel she owes her something. But you know, being wellâmatched is crucial, or else thereâs no common ground.â
Fanny sneered, âThat reminds me, wasnât Cordelia raised in an orphanage? Maybe she finds common ground with those kinds of boyfriends.â
Lorna was livid, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Before Fanny could retort, Cordelia, who had been glued to her phone, suddenly put it down and shook Lornaâs arm, âMom, donât get upset.â
Lorna paused.
Fanny laughed, âLook at you. Your composure doesnât match up to Cordelia,â
Cordelia turned, her eyes misty as they met Fannyâs, Taken aback by her gaze, Fanny paused.
After a couple of seconds, Cordelia spoke languidly, âWe canât get mad at a dog for barking at us, right? It doesnât understand human manners.â
Fanny was speechless.
Cordelia continued indifferently, âNo offense. Surely, no oneâs taking it personally, right?â
Fanny was at a loss for words.
As she was about to erupt, a servant from the Griffin family approached, âMrs. Brown, Mr. Wallace is here, upstairs with Mr. Brown. Mr. Griffin has asked for Ms. Brown to come up and meet him.â
Fanny, still smarting from Cordeliaâs comeback, suddenly perked up, âOf course, Iâll take Sallie up right away.â She stood, straightened her dress, and looked at Lorna with a hint of venom. âItâs a shame. Had your daughter not been tied down, Mr. Hackett would have likely introduced her to someone like Mr. Wallace, a true gentleman, unlike some lowlife unfit to shine his shoes.â
With that, Fanny strutted off with her nose in the air.
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After Fannyâs departure, the others gathered around, envying Sallieâs excellence compared to their own daughters.
One of the girls protested, âIâm not a commodity to be picked over. What if heâs not a person?â
An elder rebuked her, âAnyone Mr. Hackett deems suitable is bound to be decent and capable. People like that are hard to come by.â
The girl sulked, âEmotions are what matter most. I actually envy Cordella.â
The parent swiftly pulled their child to the side, âYouâd do well to emulate Cordeliaâs dedication to her studies, but donât you dare follow her lead in picking boyfriends. If you bring home a lowlife, Iâll break your legs.â
Rachel scoffed, âItâs better to marry well than to study hard. No matter how talented Cordelia is, can she outshine Calvert? Everyone was jealous of you having such a brilliant daughter, and now theyâre all envious of Fanny.â
then whispered to Juliana, âThough Sallie was taken upstairs, it doesnât mean others donât stand a chance. Calvert will eventually come down to meet everyone. Be proactive then.â
As the crowd dispersed, avoiding Cordelia like the plague, fearing their children might follow her poor example, Cordelia finally found some peace.
Relieved, she was about to pick up her phone for more math problems when she heard a voice, âLia.â
Startled she looked up to see Merry beckoning her from a distance.
Cordelia hadnât spoken when Lorna encouraged her, âGo on, have fun. Donât just read all night. You came here to relax.â
Resigned, Cordelia set her phone down and walked over.
Merry, dressed in a red cocktail dress, led her to a secluded balcony with two sofas and a coffee table laden with pastries and tea. They could still see the main room but had a quiet space to themselves.
The gang from Flame Union sat there, Flame No.
elsewhere.
Merry asked, âLia, whereâs your boyfriend?â
Cordelia hesitated, âWhat?â
holding a suit, Yates absorbed in his phone, seemingly
Merry broke the silence, âYates invited him, but we havenât spotted him yet. This is the suit Yates picked out for him, have him slip into it when he arrives, so he doesnât embarrass you. What do you think, is it a good fit?â
Cordelia blinked in confusion. Everard was coming?
As she was lost in thought, Flame No. 1 piped up with a pout, âYates, I know this is a Zegna suit, but didnât you say you were planning to buy their showpiece to impress Lia?â
Zegna was a highâend suit brand, and their Greenmeadow branch showcased a suit by a topâtier designer as their showpiece, a piece usually kept under wraps.
Yates arched his eyebrows in irritation, and her gaze was filled with displeasure, âI was too late. They said it was already sold.â
Merry asked, âWho bought it?â
Yates pondered for a moment, then said with certainty. âMust be Calvert.â
Tonight was Hackettâs birthday bash, and the folks of Greenmeadow would surely show respect by reserving their finest suits for him. Now, to have it snatched away, it must have been the distinguished guest Calvert. Merry, ever curious, chimed in, âYates, since weâre free now, why donât you take us upstairs to meet Calvert?â
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