"Lady Laura, you describe this gathering as a safe place for married women, but not only have you sought to make me uncomfortable, but you are doing it to a Castro. You have become quite bold since I last saw you," Priscilla said, curious where the bravery came from. "Have you decided to plot against my family this season?"
"No, I wouldn't dare. It isn't as it seems," Laura said, her palms becoming sweatier.
If only Priscilla would stand up so they could speak in private, then Laura would be relieved of the stress she felt now. Priscilla wasn't her enemy.
"Then, tell me what is the meaning of this. A woman who shared a bed with the man I was once married to, and a young lady who doesn't realise how she has spoiled her name. How do you intend to explain this?" Priscilla asked, still waiting for answers from Laura. "Is this gathering not for married women?"
