I didn't expect Iris to be in Fleur's room when I arrived by the door in the hallway but I wasn't at all surprised that she was there. Over the course of the last few hours, Fleur had become her 'favorite' and it made sense that she would run to be by her side if she were in pain. I couldn't say that I was jealous of Iris' affection towards the guests because I wasn't, though I was bothered by the fact that she could show such compassion to a stranger rather than to the woman her son was about to marry.
That side of her felt very strange to me and the bruises hidden away behind my sleeves and dresses created a contrast between her personalities. One moment she was ruthless and would hurt me for my benefit, as she said, the other moment she was a kind woman who loved her son but was mean t
