In Owen's presence, everyone showed ample respect to Amelia.
But, behind the scenes...it wasn't the same story.
After all, Amelia's background was too humble for the upper-class Circle, and her presence felt out of place.
Regardless of whether you are capable or have connections, if you come from a lowly birth, these aristocrats will look at you with critical eyes, only refraining from overt criticism because Amelia has a powerful backer.
Elsewhere.
At the restroom entrance, Amelia instructed Mason with a few words, telling him to go to the restroom on his own.
He had just gone in when, shortly after, his cry of alarm rang out: "Ah!"
"Mason, what happened?" Amelia's heart clenched as she craned her neck to peer into the men's restroom.
"Sister, my foot, it hurts so much..."
"Is anyone else in there?"
"No, Sister, it really hurts!"
Upon hearing there was no one else inside, Amelia lifted her leg, intending to enter.
Someone grabbed her arm, "Wait outside."
