Chapter 91 The Cost Of Loyalty

• “ Reyna, you look worried, ” rumored a guest as she passed by, her tone laced with curiosity and caution. In the wake of Mr. Callum’s diatribe, the elegant exchange had converted into a whirlpool of murmurs and stifled gasps. The soft clinking of spectacles and hushed exchanges echoed through the hall, each tale carrying a weight of reproach that Reyna had noway wished to bear. Now, standing behind the long, polished table where her precious creations were displayed, she felt the painful haul of recollections and pledges long once.
• Theo had formerly retreated to a quiet corner with many close musketeers, leaving Reyna alone with the residual echoes of the chaos. Though his presence still offered her silent strength, the pressure of the moment forced her to defy an internal battle — one that leveled the haunting fidelity to a history that refused to let go against the luminous pledge of a future filled with stopgap, passion, and the burgeoning success of her jewelry business.
• Reyna’s mind contended as she scrutinized the room. Every rumored comment, every furtive regard from the guests, felt like a nail driving deeper into the foundation of her heart. “ Why does it always come back to hang me? ” she murmured under her breath, recalling not just Mr. Callum’s poisonous allegations, but also the bittersweet recollections of a time when fidelity to Alexander and his world had defined her. Now, the specter of that once impended large, hanging to overshadow the new dawn she had so painstakingly created.