The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 58.2

Judith’s gaze, who was still silent, slid downwards, gradually getting out of control. Her eyes were shaking, as if someone was shaking her. The Duchess now examined the design of Sylvia’s dress. If Judith followed the latest fashions, then Derrick’s mistress preferred something ordinary and universal. Why it was impossible to say which era it corresponded to. However, the colors of the dresses were similar to each other: the Duchess’s was dark green, Sylvia’s was brighter and lighter.

The social world is a place of reputation where both behavior and dress are valued. Everyone insisted that bright and luxurious items stood out, be it a dress, jewelry or anything else. And the dark green color of Judith’s outfit was not entirely common in high society.

Many immediately noticed Sylvia’s appearance in the hall, looking from her to the Duchess. If it was any other woman, no one would care.

“It looks like she has a similar dress,” Derrick grinned, also looking at her.

However, Judith could not laugh at something so absurd – at a joke of fate. Gradually the sounds of trumpets gave way to the performance of an orchestra. And now this noise seemed simply disgusting and oppressive. As Judith began to comprehend the situation, she felt the end of her own life.

Viscount Wirrell, seeing the couple, smiled welcomingly and began to approach. Sylvia quietly followed him. Everyone in the banquet hall looked at them.

“Long time no see, Duke,” said the Viscount, bowing. — I sincerely thank you for your trust in our family business and generous investment. I wanted to meet you face to face and say hello.

Judith’s eyes trembled, as did her whole body. She didn’t understand why Derrick was so enthusiastic about supporting the Viscount’s business. What kind of relationship did unite their families?

And now the Wirrells decided to approach them at the banquet to say hello. Perhaps the man deliberately put on an iron mask, not paying attention to those around him, because scandals against his daughter were widely spread throughout the capital.

Judith’s pride was constantly breaking in Sylvia’s face.