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Whispers Behind Locked doors

“She has no shame..?” A lady in her late 40’s muttered.

“Yes…I wonder how she did it.” Another added.

“Well, who won't cling to man like the Harrington's?” One chuckled tapping one them.

They were talking about Charlotte, unknown to them, Charlotte was there listening to all they were saying.

Charlotte began to adapt to life in Astor’s mansion, though it was far from easy.

The sheer grandeur of the place made her feel like a stranger. She felt unsettled.

Their whispers followed her down the corridors, their judgmental stares a constant reminder that she was an outsider. Some of them smiled politely, but it...