In absolute synchronization, every single head in the doorway whipped around to look at the old Marchioness, who had just arrived at the scene.
The grandmother was leaning casually against the doorframe. She had procured a small handful of roasted sunflower seeds from the banquet tables and was currently cracking them between her teeth, completely and utterly enthralled by the live theater happening in her granddaughter's bedroom.
Seeing everyone staring at her, the grandmother paused, spat a seed shell into her palm, and smiled cheerfully. "Well, he isn't lying. I still absolutely despise this piece of trash."
The scholars gasped in unison. The grandmother just confirmed it! The hatred was real, which meant Kavien's tragic story of forbidden, star-crossed love suddenly made terrifying, absolute sense to the gossip-hungry crowd!
Heena looked at her grandmother in sheer, unadulterated betrayal. 'Whose side are you on?!'
