"This guesthouse belongs to Elizabeth?"
Isabella blinked in surprise, then scoffed inwardly.
From the way Elizabeth was acting earlier, she thought she'd landed some powerful backer.
Even if this spot had a bit of reputation among the elite circles, at the end of the day, it was still just a backwoods inn.
To think that after all these years, Elizabeth—the once-beloved daughter of the Kaisers—had ended up like this, impressed by a little countryside place. A peasant in a pretty dress.
The contrast gave Isabella a twisted sense of satisfaction.
There's no way Alexander actually likes her. He's just playing. The Prescotts are top-tier aristocracy, and Alexander? He's practically royalty among them. Why would someone like him take Elizabeth seriously?
"Whatever. I don't
