Anne's carriage came to a smooth stop in front of the Pembroke's grand but slightly faded manor. A figure quietly opened the carriage door and entered. Inside, sitting on the plush velvet seat across from Anne, Evelin leaned forward, her eyes shining with a greedy light.
"So," Evelin began, her voice a low, excited whisper. "You want me to stroke the fire of this scandal even more?" She said, replying to the request Anne made.
Anne, looking out the window at the familiar facade of the Pembroke house, replied without turning her head. "Yes," she said, her own voice cool and determined. "The first pamphlet was a good start. It was a success but it is not enough. The story will fade. I need you to escalate it. Can you think of anything else you can add to the narrative? Something to make it even more scandalous, more permanent, more damaging?"
