"Milady," Florence said, nervous to take the flowers and letter in her hands to Scarlet. "You've received another bouquet. This one is from Patrick-"
"Burn it right now," Scarlet ordered, annoyed that the pig of a man was sending her flowers again.
He was twelve years her senior and hardly a man she would waste time with.
"I know that I have no room to speak, but the man has been married three times and all three wives cursed his name. What makes him think that I would want to have him? To care for his child who is old enough to be a sibling of mine?" Scarlet questioned.
The town had such a poor opinion of women getting divorced that men who would never have a chance with Scarlet were trying to court her now as there was some sort of belief that she was desperate to have any men around her so she could wed again.
Florence handed the flowers and letter to another maid for them to be burned. "If I may speak freely."
