Half truths

Cordelia swept into Blackthorn Manor with an air of purpose, her green gown rustling softly as she moved. The opulent foyer echoed with her footsteps as she made her way past bustling maids, their eyes downcast as she passed.

Pausing near a gilded mirror, Cordelia opened her ornate purse. Inside, the folded green paper from Dr. Bronn's office caught her eye. A smirk played at the corners of her lips as she thought, 'Just wait, Matilda. You've always thought yourself so clever, so superior. We'll see how that changes now.'

"Excuse me," Cordelia called out, spotting a familiar face. "Mara, isn't it? Where might I find Matilda?"

Before Mara could respond, a deep voice resonated from around the corner. "I'm afraid my wife is indisposed at the moment."

Lord Blackthorn emerged, his massive frame filling the hallway. Mara bowed her head and quickly retreated, leaving Cordelia alone with the imposing figure.