o_o_sunday Challenge:  Enemies

She glided into the embracing arms of one little corner of London society, her contempt masked by a bright smile.  How she loathed them, the scurrying, foppish men besotted with her.  Their grasping desperation for her approval and attention sickened her.  She was an elevated being, a vengeance demon, not this human filth.  If they only realized how truly beneath her they were.

She thought she’d found peace away from the crowd, until she heard her name and glanced into a pair of familiar bespectacled eyes.

William…something.  That damn poet.