Chapter Fourteen – continued
Camille arched a brow. “Unless I follow through with my threat and tell Father everything she put Abigail and me through.”
“Why haven’t you yet?”
“Leverage,” Camille said, shrugging one shoulder. “She had Abigail’s safety hanging over my head while Father was away. I want to have something hanging over her as well.”
“Didn’t your mother raise you to be better than that?”
Camille set her teacup down on the saucer with a little more force than necessary. It clinked loudly and her fingertips went white around the saucer and teacup handle. “Not when it comes to people like Muriel,” she said sharply.
“It sounds like you’re playing a dangerous game with her, Camille. I’m concerned.”
“Don’t be,” Camille said dismissively. “Mother taught me how to play the game.”
“But you’ve never done it before.”
“Neither have you.”
“That’s irrelevant, Camille. Isn’t it dangerous considering you’ve inadvertently wrapped Abigail into it?”
Camille pursed her lips, pressing them together tightly. “All the more reason to marry her off to Adrian.”
“But you just said-“
“I know,” Camille said sharply.
Andalissa sighed. “Be careful, Camille.” She sat back, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms loosely across her waist. “By the way, has your father said anything about your hair?”
Camille lifted one hand and touched the netting obscuring her short locks. “He hasn’t seen it yet. And I intend on keeping it that way. He always did want me to dress more like a proper lady.”
Andalissa let out an unexpected, loud giggle before she clapped her hands to her mouth. “Imagine that. Muriel is good for something.”
Camille glared. “You never know. I could have just decided to cut it one day.”
“Yes. I suppose that’s true.” Andalissa cocked her head to one side. “All the lords looking for a proper bride will be attentive to you tomorrow night.”
“Don’t say that,” Camille groaned.
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