IN TORI'S PAST LIFE, she had a knack for copying signatures. She didn't expect that she'd get to use her hobby in her new life.
"I swear, Your Grace. I didn't know. I only add the spinach because of Lady Sabina's order."
Show them. Destroy her last defense.
"Sabina?" The Duke's voice faltered like he didn't want to believe that his favored daughter was behind, the heir apparent, Victoria's suffering.
Tori could hear audible gasps from different people inside the room. She bet they came from the servants.
"Give me that," The Duke's voice was gruff. He certainly meant the small piece of parchment from the chef.
"Here it is, Your Grace."
The Duke didn't need to affirm if the parchment came from Sabina since everyone heard her earlier when she told Tori that she prepared it for her entrance exam.
Aah. I can only imagine the faces of those three. This is the downside of my plan. Is that wench close to lashing out? Poke her more than everyone, remember I almost died.
