Lady Rose Adam sat in front of her vanity, her lips pursed in irritation as her maid brushed through her golden hair.
The idea that she—Lady Rose—had to seduce someone she had already rejected made her stomach churn with disgust.
She crossed her arms and let out a dramatic sigh.
"This is insulting. I was the one who cast that useless noble aside. And now, Father expects me to go crawling back to him? Unbelievable!"
She muttered, her tone dripping with disdain.
Her maid, a woman named Clarisse who had served her for years, gave a sympathetic nod.
"My lady, you are absolutely right. It is unjust that you should have to lower yourself for someone beneath you."
She agreed, her voice smooth and filled with devotion.
Rose felt validated by her maid's words, and a pleased smile curled on her lips.
"Exactly. Why should I be the one to chase him when he should be grateful that I ever looked at him in the first place?"
Clarisse shook her head.
