At that moment Her voice sharpened slightly with every word.
"A poor-looking man like him," she sneered.
"No name. No status. Nothing."
The guests around them whispered even more now, their curious eyes darting toward Jerry, then back to Abigail, Amelia twisted the words even deeper.
"I mean, really," she said dramatically, turning to the crowd.
"Does anybody here even know who Jerry is?"
There was an awkward, uncomfortable silence, heads shook slowly.
No one spoke up for Jerry, no one even dared pretend they recognized him.
Because the truth was—They didn't.Everything about him—his name, his background—was a complete mystery to them.
And it unsettled them more than they cared to admit, Amelia smiled in satisfaction, watching Abigail stand there, surrounded by silence and judgment.
And for the first time that evening, she felt like she had finally gained the upper hand.
