"Look, Missy, it's clear as day that this mess is your doing, but here you are, trying to sling mud at someone else. Says a lot about your character, doesn't it?"
Regina found herself embroiled in a verbal tussle with this man right on her own doorstep, while the other house staff pretended not to look up, their ears perked for juicy gossip.
A blush crept over her cheeks, making her appear even more charming and delicate.
"Pfft, I can't even with you," Regina huffed, grabbing the hem of her dress. "Go back to wherever you crawled out from!"
She turned to enter the house, but to her annoyance, the man shadowed her every step.
As they neared the spot where the invitations were collected, she halted abruptly and shot him a fierce glare. "You really don't need to follow me, you know."
Nolan adjusted his glasses nonchalantly. "Sorry, but it's not quite clear who's following whom here."
He strode past Regina and handed his invitation to the footman first.
"Mr. Harris, please come in. Mr. Tanner has been waiting for you in the drawing room for quite some time. He asked us to usher you straight there upon your arrival."
Regina listened, her face a portrait of confusion, as the footman spoke to Nolan.
"Are you sure you haven't mistaken him for someone else? Is my father actually waiting for this guy?"
The footman replied with a smile, "Yes, Miss. Mr. Tanner is indeed expecting Mr. Harris."
Nolan cast a discreet look at Regina, who was still in a state of shock. So this was the infamous Regina, the young lady whose mother passed away too soon and who was allegedly tormented by her wicked stepmother. Yet, here she was, not exactly the picture of a damsel in distress.
Regina’s mind was swirling.
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