"How dare you!" Drusilla whirled around as she felt the cold liquid trickle down her face. She hurriedly wiped it away with the back of her hand and glared up at the offending party. "Leave me―"
Suddenly, the haze clouding her mind faded, and her mouth fell open in shock when she finally registered who she was looking at.
It was Daphne.
"Remember me now?" Daphne asked politely as she gazed down at her naked sister. "You seemed awfully busy."
Drusilla froze with widened eyes as she recalled the plan.
Her half-sister should be, by all accounts, immersed in such deep throes of passion with Duke Lanperouge so that King Atticus could catch her in the act.
Yet, Daphne was completely clothed and composed, eyeing her with absolute disdain.
