But Eleanor Spencer could no longer be used; she was the one that listened to her among those women, though a bit foolish, she would have to settle for her.
"Excessive? I think it's not enough yet," a light, cool voice came.
Amelia Sherwood's body trembled.
Sophie Nye's face nearly fell apart.
Mason Nightshade leaned against the door frame, a faint smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes, "How come I didn't know when I had such an intended fiancée?"
He took two steps forward, standing behind Aurelia Shaw.
His tall figure completely enveloped her, forming an invisible protective shield.
Amelia Sherwood's eyes stung just looking at it.
This man, so outstanding, so perfect, how could any woman not be moved?
Why did it have to be Aurelia Shaw? Why couldn't it be her?
If only she had the chance, she definitely could...
No, she couldn't be too impatient. She had finally managed to enter the Nightshade Family's door, she couldn't ruin this opportunity.
