Bianca got home very late, surprised to find her mother, Yvonne, still awake. As she walked in, Yvonne glanced at the clock on the wall.
Three in the morning.
Yvonne's face was stern, her voice laced with a warning. "This isn't Europe. Can you please tone it down a bit?"
Bianca, looking like her fun had been spoiled, tossed her handbag onto the sofa and slumped down beside it. "I know," she mumbled dismissively.
Yvonne's sharp eyes caught a faint red mark peeking out from the collar of Bianca's dress. Her brow furrowed, but she only said, "Remember to wear a turtleneck tomorrow. Don't let Seth see that."
Her words made Bianca subconsciously touch her neck.
"And another thing," Yvonne continued, "the rumors about you being bad luck haven't completely disappeared. You need to find a way to turn this situation around quickly before it gets out of hand."
This was the very issue that had been giving Yvonne sleepless nights. She was being ostracized by the socialite circle, especially by Mrs. Naylor and her clique. No matter what she did, no matter how much she tried to ingratiate herself, nothing worked. She hadn't yet secured her footing, and the title of 'Seth's future mother-in-law' wasn't enough to give her a backbone.
Just today, one of the women had snidely remarked that an engagement wasn't a marriage. Whether Bianca would actually make it into the Harcourt family was still up in the air. The elite circles were full of broken engagements. Nothing was certain until the very end.
"The news will be out tomorrow. It should overshadow the negative press," Bianca said, not sounding too concerned.
Yvonne relaxed slightly but still advised her daughter in earnest, "You need to manage both fronts. How are things progressing with Seth?"
Bianca seemed reluctant to answer.



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