CHAPTER FIFTY
Victoria had lingered outside for a minute or two, perhaps with the hope that he would come out and try to stop her but he hadn’t showed up. He was probably enjoying his dinner with Mary to care about her.
“Are you going out?” She was distracted by Mrs. Baker’s voice.
“Yes,” she answered.
“I see how he looks at you,” she began, catching Vicky’s attention.
“Excuse me?” She played dumb.
“It was the same way he looked at Charlotte. He has told you about her, hasn’t he?” she went on, her voice remaining void of any emotion. Would it kill her to even fake a smile?
“Yes. He has told me about her,” she replied. And for whatever reason, he didn’t seem to want to talk about her anymore.
“Then you must know just like her, you will not last long in his life. Actually, I think y
