*Daphne*
Daphne’s heart beat so frantically in her chest, it sounded like a tribal drum going off in her ear. All the air seized inside of her lungs, having heard what Katrina said.
Stephanie stood frozen in her spot. Her mouth fell open in shock as she stuttered over a series of words—none of them forming an actual sentence.
“Y-You... Have no idea what you’re talking ab—”
“Oh, I know exactly what I am talking about. If my sources are correct, you hadn’t even waited till they placed Clara’s casket in the ground before you waltzed right up to Blackwood and propositioned yourself,” Katrina went on.
“Jesus Christ,” Daphne hissed under her breath.
She knew there was absolutely no reason for her to be jealous or upset. However, the thought of someone approaching Alistair so brazenly made her stomach twist into knots.
‘Not to mention that it was at his wife’s godd*mn funeral!’ she thought angrily to herself.
“So much for respect for the dead,” Brianna remarked.