The hall recovered its order. Everyone interacted as if what happened just now did not exist. In their talks privately, though, mockery about Giselle was made.
Marcus pulled Cordelia to dance. The latter was not good at it, but no one could see that with the man’s lead. They gained a round of applause after the song ended.
Giselle was shaking in anger while Yelena glared at her.
“Useless!”
“Yelena, you—”
“Don’t you label yourself as a socialite? Don’t men buzz around you?” Yelena was fuming. “You can’t even take care of Marcus! Look at your cowardly response once he said that he had killed someone! What are you if not useless?”
Giselle pressed her lips together. She was also disgruntled. She had agreed with Yelena that they would embarrass Cordelia at the dinner, only for it to turn
