The Baron's quiet consent fell into the room like a stone, sending ripples of shock and outrage through the assembled family.
"Papa!"
"Henry!"
The words were spoken at the exact same time, a look of disbelief from Anne and Augusta. Anne, her face blotchy and stained with tears, shot a look of pure venom at Delia.
"This doesn't make any sense," she accused, her voice rising with anger.
"When did you two even know each other? How can you possibly be so smitten with one another after a single night?" She pointed a trembling finger at Delia, her mind desperately searching for an explanation that made sense, one that painted Delia as the villain. "Were you cheating on George all this while? Is that it? You broke up your engagement with him as soon as you knew the Duke was coming to the ball!"