As the evening progressed, Camilla found herself cornered by a group of socialites. They were the kind of women who thrived on gossip and backhanded compliments, their sharp smile hiding daggers.

"Camilla, why don't you join us, let's have a little chat." One of them said, her tone was syrupy sweet.

Camilla's calculating gaze scanned them, she could already tell what they had in mind.

Gossips. But she couldn't say no to them, feigning a sweet smile, she nodded. "Sure, why not?"

One of them called over a waiter passing by with drinks. They had anticipated that Camilla would take the simplest and less superior wine, but to their surprise...