"That is preposterous!" Daphne exclaimed. Her eyebrows were knitted, fury engulfing her whole. She could feel her earrings start to burn on her earlobes but she tried her hardest to tamp down the flames that threatened to rise. "Do not spew lies and claim them to be truths, Drusilla. You know very well that what you are uttering is false."
"I do not speak lies!" Drusilla insisted. She, too, had risen to her feet, clutching at her chest as if that would prove her honesty. "Sister Daphne, why must you sully my name and claim me to be a liar after I've done for you? Even though I loved Duke Ferguson, I was willing to accommodate your wishes and allow you to marry him in my stead. And yet…"
"Nothing happened between Duke Ferguson and me." Daphne squinted her eyes, spewing the words through gritted teeth. "You were the one that claimed that he was, and I quote, 'too fat and ugly' to be your husband."
