“You’re suggesting that I’m inherently inferior to her simply because I’m a gambler’s daughter?” Gretchen grew even angrier.

“Is that a problem?” Melody retorted, glaring at Gretchen. “Estelle was born into a prestigious family, and she deserves a remarkable man like Cristofer. Do you still recall your first boyfriend? He was nothing more than a lazy thug.”

Biting her lower lip, Gretchen didn’t say anything, with her face full of dissatisfaction.

Melody then comforted her, ...