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.