"I heard you made ruckus earlier afternoon," Said Henry, pulling his white gloves. Then looking at Emelia, he said, "I thought you didn't care how others treated you."
It's true she didn't care what others thought about her, but there is a line that they shouldn't have crossed. She had no power, and the only way to gain power without the title she had to show them who is the inferior one. Well, at least it worked because the rest of the servants stopped their bullying.
"I mean, what do I expect from you? You're not someone who'll easily die down in the dark," Henry laughed even if it is something to be laughed about. "That's right, one week from now. You'll be attending the grand celebration as my lover," He stood back up, fixing his necktie, and slowly walked towards her.
