*Evangeline*
“Whatever happened to your hand?” Wicky asks.
“Whatever happened to your chin?” I respond.
We are in the library at Wicky’s residence where we planned to address the invitations to our ball. But I am still having difficulty holding a pen, and I am no longer in the mood to discuss the plans for the ball anyway.
She rubs her chin. “I ran into a door.”
“Oh, Wicky, how stupid do you think I am? Where else are you hurt?” I ask her.
She squeezes her eyes shut. “Nowhere else. He slapped me because I didn’t want to perform my wifely duties.”
“Slapped? More likely punched. Is that his idea of the best way to entice you into his bed?” I shake my head, that man is a beast.
“Please, don’t say anything more. It should be gone by the ball. And if it’s not, you are the only one who w
