Amelia
"Is it true?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly with the weight of the question.
"That you… you're to marry Violet ?" The words felt bitter in my mouth.
He leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His eyes locked into mine, studying me with an unreadable expression. No flicker of surprise, no trace of guilt. Just silence and that maddening calm.
"You shouldn't bother yourself with matters that don't concern you, Amelia." he said, his voice smooth, detached.
How could he say that so effortlessly, as if the words carried no weight? Did it truly mean nothing to him? Was he that indifferent, so unaffected, so unmoved? The coldness in his tone, the unwavering calm in his expression, cut deeper than any sharp words, any cruel insult ever could.
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