She had rushed away to use the looking glass in her room, and to compose her emotions, but hearing him say he gave her something as beautiful as that just to spite another man ruined the mood for her.
The pretty necklace suddenly felt like a piece of heavy and cold metal she had to wear.
She stared at the floor in front of her, completely oblivious to the dismissal of the servants.
"Close the door behind you, Miss Stenly."
Her head snapped up.
"I should leave." She said quickly. "Since you are in a much too fragile state to have any wine, I can not be of any service to you."
Then, that smile appeared. The one that reminded her that he was as dangerous as he was kind.
"Given all that has happened lately, I can't trust anyone else to assist me with my bath."
Her jaw dropped down to the floor before she had the sense to pick it up.
"You cannot possibly be serious about that. I am a woman for crying out loud."
