Chapter 9

AVA

I left the mansion with a heavy heart, each step weighed down by the burden of my circumstances. The thought of the upcoming function filled me with dread. The idea of facing Clara and the rest of the family in a public setting made my stomach churn.

But I couldn’t afford to let them see me falter. I had to present myself with grace and dignity, even if it meant borrowing it from somewhere else.

I made my way to the local boutique, my mind racing with worries. I didn’t have the money to buy new shoes, but I hoped I could rent a pair that looked elegant enough to pass their judgmental scrutiny.

The bell above the door chimed as I entered, and the shopkeeper, a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties with sharp eyes and a tight-lipped smile, glanced up from behind the counter.

“Good day Miss, how can I help you?” she asked, her tone clipped and professional.

“Yes, I’m looking to rent a pair of heels,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

She raised an eyeb