Henry could no longer keep his composure.

How dare a country bumpkin lay a hand on the goddess of Grayvale?

To them, Rivenesco was nothing but a backwater village.

What kind of talent could possibly come from Rivenesco?

Nearly every young heir in the room wore the same expression of disdain mixed with indignation.

How had this bumpkin managed to win her favor?

The jealousy was palpable.

“Well, if Miss McCall has acknowledged you herself, then you must be quite extraordinary. W