Ingrid stepped to the side, but she wasn't ready to give up. She was in need of customers again to sell out all the dresses she had in storage. If she couldn't sell her dresses during the most important time of the year, how was she to survive?
Ingrid didn't know how Damien did it, but young ladies stopped frequenting her shop after the incident with Lady Hawthorne.
Ingrid could only partly scold herself since she shouldn't have been impolite to the simple woman. No matter her appearance, Eloise was still a Hawthorne.
Eloise couldn't hide her smile.
It was expected that the townspeople wouldn't believe Damien would be so protective. Seeing their realisation was a good show.
'Am I awful?' Eloise thought, wondering if her enjoyment now was evil. 'No,' she killed that thought.
Ingrid had her fun looking down on Eloise, so now Eloise could have a bit of enjoyment seeing Damien defend her.
