Dumbfounded, Violet stood silent, her mind kept mulling over what she had just heard. The table had obviously been turned. She knew that she would never go back on her words, but in this situation, Violet Wintour found herself receiving the short end of the stick, and she didn't like that one bit.
She watched Clare Leighton leaving the room with her back straight like a ramrod and without much of an expression on her face. It was a rare sight that triggered something in Violet's brain, yet the Duchess was incapable of registering it at the moment. She was too hellbent on showing this commoner her place.
As soon as the doors were shut, the pale-looking secretary turned to her with wide eyes.
"Your Grace, I beg you to reconsider this," she said. "We are not in the position to deny Clare r
