Day Seventy…
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Helena, after regaining her composure, gracefully rose from her seat and adorned her face with her most counterfeit smile, masking her inner turmoil. She held an unwavering confidence that her guards would arrive imminently. All she had to do was keep Jane engaged in conversation, to buy the necessary time for her men to come.
"Miss," Helena began, her voice dripping with a contemptuous sneer, "after your rather aggressive encounter with me, I must admit I'm surprised to see you boldly present yourself before me and my fiancé. Do you really want to challenge me?" She put on a facade of unwavering courage, yet her eyes were fixed on the entrance of the booth, eagerly anticipating the arrival of her guards.