She was Rosalyn Lockhart's most trusted confidante—Lady Catherine Duke was returning with her husband to the Castle of Hearts. It didn't feel too long since she had last seen her friend, but she was awaiting their reunion once more. Especially with how her old time friend seemed to warm up to her now, they had given her a tip on how to make better tea instead of being needlessly upset.
Rosalyn Lockhart had a penchant for outbursts and tantrums.
Catherine Duke gazed out the window and sighed happily, "I'm positive that this time around, my tea formulation would be more suitable for my dear friend's sensitive palette—" A soft whoosh sounded inside her carriage and she glanced back at her sudden companion. Her brows knitted together at the person in front of her. "Chesire?"
A grin curled on their companion's lips as they offered a short bow.
