"Viscountess Hemsworth," Charlotte acknowledged with a curt nod, watching her.
She hadn't come into much contact with the younger woman and had no personal impression of the latter.
Vasily, on the other hand, smiled and began to make small talk with the Marchioness. She felt sympathy for the lady in front of her. Especially seeing her standing alone. She was not new to the other noble ladies tendency to rub salt in each other's wounds. That was, after all, the hidden, dark side of the nobility.
She had no idea how she would feel if Ross, her husband, did the same to her. Probably devastated. Well, that was because she loved the Viscount. She had no idea if the Marchioness loved the Marquis or not.
Minutes later, another announcement was heard. This time, drawing the attention of all the aristocrats present.
The servant announced the presence of the royal family into the garden.
