Rosalyn Lockhart kicked out the pesky Prime Minister away from the kitchen in record's time before turning back to the golden haired woman at work. She was preparing her roseberry tarts and tea as usual, there was nothing amiss now. Everything was back in their proper place. And yet she couldn't ease the pulsing of her chest and the rising of her nerves. Blyke Edelweiss had seen her and was struck foolish by Mary Ann's appearance. She could already tell the tale had already been spun, soon enough the threads would finally be woven together—
It just gave her much more trouble than anything else at this moment.