Letitia had invited the young master of the Taylor family to join them, only to be rebuffed.


    Furious, she sat in the tent with a long face.


    The James family''s tent wasrge, housing Letitia, Caroline, and Mignon.


    Caroline''s mother was a distant rtive of Nelly Zade. With the Powell family now trying to establish themselves in Istra, they wereworking everywhere they could.


    Nelly had instructed Mignon to socialize with the debutantes of high society and integrate into their circle as quickly as possible.


    "You''re such a stunning beauty, and Mr. Taylor still ignored you. Is there something wrong with him? I don''t know if he has bad taste, or... something else," Mignon said, blinking herrge eyes.


    Letitia, who had been seething, couldn''t help butugh. "You really know what to say."


    "I''m just telling the truth," Mignon replied with an earnest expression.


    Though Nelly had raised her to be spoiled and willful, Mignon had also inherited her mother''s knack for ttery. She could charm the likes of Emma, let alone Letitia.


    "You''re such a sweet-talker. Come on, I''ll take you out to have some fun," Letitia said, grabbing Mignon''s hand. But Caroline stopped them.


    "My mother told me to look after Mignon. Don''t you go introducing her to any shady characters."


    Letitia retorted, "I heard Mr. Bet Thompson is here. I''m just taking her to say hello."


    "Bet brought Yvonne with him. She can''t stand us, so let''s not go looking for trouble," Caroline sneered.


    "Why is that bitch Yvonne everywhere?" Letitia ground out through her teeth.


    "Yvonne? Is that the starlet Mr. Bet Thompson is keeping?" Mignon asked with feigned innocence.


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    "She''s also my aunt''s daughter. But their family fell from grace long ago, and my grandfather can''t stand her or her mother. But Yvonne is resourceful. She''s on a date with Mr. Bet Thompson. He even broke up with the eldest daughter of the Walker family fortier... She''s only got a passable face. Why are all men so shallow?" Caroline said sourly.


    Letitia nced at Caroline''s exceptionally in face and scoffed, "What would a in Jane like you know? That bitch Yvonne has a pretty face and a nice figure. She must be amazing in bed, otherwise how could she have men wrapped around her finger?"


    Caroline added, "I heard Yvonne was switched at birth with Queena. She was raised by a nanny."


    Letitia sneered, "Living with thosemoners, she must have learned all their vulgar ways."


    "And Mr. Bet Thompson... doesn''t he find that dirty?" Mignon covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with shock.


    "Men are all the same. They''re just pigs," Letitia huffed. Then she looked at Caroline. "I just saw Steven is here too. He brought a girl with him who looks about seventy percent like that bitch Yvonne. He''s so devoted, it''s pathetic."


    Upon hearing this, Caroline''s hands clenched together tightly, her face twisting in a grimace.


    The observatory hadn''t predicted a specific time for the meteor shower. Everyone could only wait.


    Yvonne and Bet sat outside their tent, chatting idly.


    Bet held Yvonne''s hand. He could look up and see a sky full of stars, and when


    he looked down, he saw Yvonne''s eyes, which shone even brighter.


    In that moment, together and at peace, everything felt perfect.


    But of course, there''s always someone who just can''t read the room.


    Eden and Ynda walked over arm in arm. Eden, forever ying the role of the perfect elder brother, put on his usual polished smile. “Bet, you came up to the mountain to watch the meteor shower and didn''t even tell me? We could''ve set up our


    tents together. It''s always nicer when family''s around, don''t you think?"