In the past, kings had used what Georgiana held to control the nobles. They had also built the magnificent Versailles, so that the nobles could wear splendid clothes and dance in glittering palaces, just as Cinderella had dreamed of.
Now, these unpaid bills had become a group of women's hope of survival, even if the debt-collection process would certainly make them hated.
"Did you find a lead?" Bonaparte asked, picking up the list she had organized.
She shook her head.
In the past, this list would have been quite a political scandal, but now no one cared.
Who among those who had lived through the French Revolution still cared about a little dirty laundry?
She had sorted the bills. They involved over a hundred people and more than thirty families, half of whom had not returned to the country. But one thing was certain: everyone named on those bills was alive. Those seamstresses would not collect debts from the dead.
The Lestrange family had a family vault at Gringotts "richly stocked" with treasures. When a family was prominent, even if one member went bankrupt through extravagance or poor management, the family vault would repay their debts. After all, debt collectors coming to the door would disgrace the entire family.
"How about these families?" He selected several from the stack of bills.
"Why?" she asked, baffled.
"Blue blood," Bonaparte said. "Do you know what that means?"
Georgiana's first thought was to roll up her sleeve and reveal the clearly visible blue veins in her forearm—blue blood.
"The imam believes that 'blue blood' and 'black honey' are a pair of related images."
Georgiana could not help letting out a cry.
"He inferred it from the similarity of their word formation. Black and blue are metaphors for sleep and dreams, both referring to