The manor was not as large as the Qinn estate, but it was built with graceful old-money taste, its white pillars standing proudly at the entrance while vines crawled naturally along the stone walls, and luxury cars were parked neatly along the driveway, each one worth more than what ordinary people could earn in a lifetime.
Women dressed in expensive gowns walked through the entrance in twos and threes, laughing softly with champagne glasses in their hands as Snow stepped out of the car, and the moment she appeared, several gazes landed on her before the whispers started almost immediately.
"Isn't that Adrian Qinn's wife?"
"The one who forced him into marriage?"
"I heard he hasn't gone home in two weeks."
"Poor thing. She became Mrs. Qinn in name only."
Snow lowered her head slightly, the corners of her lips trembling as if she was embarrassed, but behind those lowered lashes, her eyes remained cold. 'Good. Keep thinking that.'
