Juliet Jordan gripped the hem of her dress, harder and harder...
Her face was ashen, and the scrutinizing gazes from all directions made her wish she were dead.
She heard the whispers around her, it seemed they were all saying she was wearing an A-quality dress, making her even more embarrassed...
Back in Linton City, she was a top socialite, she loved attending this type of gathering the most. Every time she appeared, it would spark a trend among the ladies.
She never dreamed she'd end up like this.
The murmurs made her wish the ground would swallow her up. Her fingers were trembling, but she didn't dare expose her hands.
Her once delicate hands had become rough due to toil. If she exposed her hands at this moment, she could imagine what people would say about her.
They would call her a country woman!
She wasn't!
