Meanwhile, back at the banquet, Emerick and Trixie were only wishing they could slip away as Titus and Rosalie had. Instead, they were left to contend with the newly forming gossip over the incident and questions about the rest of the household.
"I still can't believe he slapped him like that though," Orlanda scoffed. "There are much more polite and less violent methods of making a point."
Trixie felt her eye twitch. Ever since she'd had the displeasure of meeting her at that tea party all those years ago, Trixie had prayed she'd never have to deal with her again. The years hadn't changed the woman even slightly, nor had they changed Trixie's sentiments.
"How often do any of us select the 'more polite and less violent' option in the heat of the moment?" Emerick asked through a forced smile. She kept trying to touch him and get between him and Trixie.
