"Stop saying rubbish." The Viscountess says, storms over to Alice, raising her hand as if to slap her and she does.
Alice hold her cheek, a smirk playing on her lips. "What? Are you trying to cover up your guilt?" she asks, her voice calm and cold.
The Viscountess goes to slap her again, but Marianne steps in and catch her hand. "What do you think you're doing?" She demands.
The Viscountess turns on him, her eyes blazing with anger.
"Who are you?" she demands, trying to pull her hand away.
"I'm Mario, Viscount Walcott's son," Marianne says, her voice calm but firm. "And I will not allow you to hit a woman."
"You have no right to interfere!" the Viscountess snarls, her voice trembling with rage. "This is a matter for our family alone."
"I will not stand by and watch as you assault this young woman," Marianne says, her voice steady and resolute. "Even if she is not part of your family, she is still a person deserving of respect."
