Isabelle Lynch watched until Willow West had left before finally looking away.
'That woman sure is composed!'
'And incredibly thick-skinned.'
'Anyone else would be too ashamed to even leave the house after a scandal like that!'
'Yet she has the nerve to strut into Old Master Monroe's birthday banquet. Where does she get the gall?'
She had people investigating Willow West all day.
The information they'd gathered was scant, just a few key points.
Willow West was the adopted daughter of the West Family, and Melanie Ulrich had raised her with extreme strictness.
She had been groomed to be a socialite, a tool for securing business alliances, all based on rigid, antiquated principles.
This woman was the most "outstanding" product of the Feminine Virtue Academy Melanie Ulrich had founded—a perfectly tamed "dog."
Aside from her outrageously beautiful face, the woman herself was conservative, dull, and utterly boring.
That was why every man in Aethelgard wanted to marry her.
