893 Precious Instrument

Hilda's eyes, which were fixed on the red piano before her, shook when she recalled a certain incident that had taken place in her past life.

Once she had entered the noble society after her coming-of-age ceremony, she had somehow incurred the wrath of too many people all at once.

She had been ignorant of what had caused them to be so hostile towards her but now she knew better.

However, back then, she was unable to decipher why every single young lady she met after she was introduced to the noble society looked at her with disdain evident in their eyes.

Some ignored her existence, treating her like air while others utilized every opportunity they found to demean her.

They mocked her younger years which she had spent as a commoner, emphasizing that she was not one of them and never could be.