"He's not worth my anger anymore, just feeling a bit sentimental," Julia Bluen remarked. She picked up her coffee again, letting it sit for a moment. The heat had diminished slightly, and it was now the perfect temperature to drink. Her movements were graceful as she sipped gently. In response to her friend's attempt to comfort her, she offered a reassuring glance.
She was born a blessed daughter of heaven. Although she rarely appeared in upper-class society, some people still knew her. Any acquaintance of hers was a figure others would flock to. Compared to Diana Powell, Julia was the true stepping stone for Nicholas Coldwell's ambitions, but...
