"How will you compensate me for this?"
Another heavy silence fell over the hall as everyone stared at Carmella and Isabella. The crowd's disdain slowly but steadily flickered in their eyes. Especially those who had bought into their earlier act and felt even the slightest sympathy now looked at them coldly.
Why?
Because everyone present belonged to the upper echelon — and if there was one thing they hated the most, it was being deceived. Even if they were partly at fault for falling for such a trick so easily, they would never blame themselves for it.
"Gosh," someone in the crowd snorted. "Is this how the Di Carpios conduct themselves?"
"Just a light brush was enough to make her spill the wine. Is she that fragile?"
Another scoffed. "I'd believe it if Madam De Luca had some sort of superhuman power for her to fall back like that."
"What a joke! Causing all of that to snag attention. How cheap."
"Why are they even here in the first place?"
