Chapter 8
data temu passed torneigh hers. She couldn’t helpchat revel ducthe fact that she led the power to provoke
the platform while Nepilde inunuediately linked arının milli berr light smile on her face. “Eliza, why’d it take
Before Elizarımki explain, Noplie pumped in mod begai romoting the story of how Eliza had colnedd her gown, sighil
natkally
Then cordlist help him omitter under her borul. Here
she didit feel like saying anyiling
her in silence for a few seconds before she finally snapped, her
ilani’t waist me here, Fil leave. No big deal.”
Her tone was unexpectedly diarys, her ringunt hows drawn tight in frustration, Even Sophie was momentarily stunned by Eliza’s boldness, never
Te she really not alaud of Father kicking her noir Sophie thought, bewildered.
in the least on
girls in Boutenlanel, the coming of age ceremony was a huge deal.
own ceremony from her past life, Eliza feli nothing but resistance and irritation the moment
Mat ben mise of the humiliating nirmioriex tirsd she stepped unto the platformi
“No need) Galiel Stounor salid, his vodor fat as he dismissed fier oudisiest. “Let’s continue with the ceremony. He paused, then aided coldly. “Since
as we are. You reap what you sow”
De assumed Eliza’s words about leaving were just a fandrinu
excuse to avoid the ceremony.
hocandly, he thoughts, Wejt, if she’s bould
sprak out in front of
she faces the consequences.
Let her eat a little Juundde pie, lose sentir face, and maybe she’ll learn in belave next time!
He nuotioned for the ceremony to contiisir, gave a brief thank you speech to the guests, and officially declared that the coming–of–age cerrimony
With the passing of the hews of Monday, The Stonon family had lost its matriarch.
Naturally, the responsibility of hosting the coming of age ceremony fell in Adeline Nevill, the younger sister of Gabriel. She would be the one to crown bosh Eliza and Sople
When Adeline Nevill stepped onto the stage, her words were laced with double memning.
Annk
Saling she took Sephile a hand and spoke wamily to her, deliberately ignoring Eliza standing
ext to them. “Look at our Sophie, isn’t she just sor
I’m sure we’ll have all sorts of fine families knocking (nur door to ask for her hand”