A sweet smile spread across Maggie's face.
"Are you searching for a good method to trap an unsuspecting man into a marriage, my Lady?" Her voice remained level, but a glint of steel flickered in her eyes.
Danielle sucked in a deep breath, scandalized by the mere question.
"What... preposterous!"
Maggie reached for a biscuit, her fingers brushing against the porcelain plate with a faint clink. Taking a deliberate bite from the edge, she kept her gaze fixed on Danielle. "There's no harm in asking, to be sure," she said, her voice calm but laced with a hint of steel. "Knowing the purpose behind your question might make it easier for me to offer a helpful response."
"I don't need an answer," Danielle snapped. "It was a rhetorical question!"
"I see. Now, Lady Montgomery, let me tell you something."
"..."
