Chapter fifteen

Chapter fifteen

Monica squeezed her wet hair through the towel while she stalked behind Elizabeth into the sitting room. Why was she even agreeing to this? She had asked herself this question half a dozen times before she stepped into her cousin's carriage, and seven times more before she had reached here. No matter how closely related they were, she knew getting too attached might stir up ugly revelations in future.

But while she had been frowning in thoughts, she'd barely noticed when the other lady began throwing orders at the footmen and maids standing with them.

"I'd like to talk with her in private. Please leave," that came out as a desperate snarl even Monica found a bit fearful. Elizabeth turned to her afterwards and plastered another of those her smiles again, showing her to the best seat in the chamber, "Please have a seat my dear. What would you like to drink?"