Melissa pushed her way through the sea of noblewomen with practiced ease, using her training to slip past them without much effort.
Despite their desperate attempts to keep her out, she reached Kyle's side in mere moments.
She took a deep breath and put on a determined expression before addressing him.
"Young master, I need to speak with you. Alone."
The women surrounding Kyle bristled in outrage.
"How dare you interrupt us?"
One of them sneered.
"You're being incredibly rude. Go back to where you belong."
Another huffed, arms crossed in irritation.
Usually, Melissa could ignore such insults.
She had trained herself to withstand the verbal attacks of nobles, knowing her status as a servant meant she would always be looked down upon.
But tonight, she was not sober.
The alcohol coursing through her veins made her reckless. It made her care less about decorum and more about the burning irritation in her chest.
Melissa scoffed and crossed her arms.
