Claire had seen them. She could feel the air in the room shift the moment she walked in. Violet looked stoic as ever, yet her eyes seemed brighter than usual. Eleanor smiled sweetly at them, looking as graceful and poised as she'd always been.
“Violet, Claire might need some help to choose,” Florence announced. “Would you be kind enough to come with us?”
The Duchess was relieved to be away from Eleanor. She couldn't stand another minute in the same space with her ex-lover.
“All right,” Violet said without hesitation and came forward to take Claire’s hand in hers. “Anything you fancy yet?”
Claire cleared her throat, “I'm afraid not.”
“Must be hard when you're picky, eh? Perhaps, something extra special?” the Duchess said with a smile. “Wouldn’t want my fiancée walking around empty-h
