Isabelle stared at me like I had hung the moon.
"Thank you, Luna," she whispered. "No one has ever... I mean..." She trailed off, unable to find the words.
I understood. I had been her once.
"Go find a nice book," I said, standing up. "Something with adventure and happy endings. And if you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always open."
She nodded eagerly, wiping her tears.
I left her browsing the shelves, a small smile finally appearing on her face.
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Vivienne's Point of View
My maid finished her report and stood waiting, hands folded neatly.
I set down my teacup, considering what I had just heard.
So. My new daughter-in-law had disciplined Charlotte for bullying Isabelle. Had stood firm against Diana's protests. Had issued a punishment and refused to back down.
