As if on cue, Florence and I looked at each other with the same countenance; confused and dumbfounded as our brows scrunched together. If Florence's father had been around, she could have already driven her away and dragged Clara outside. I would approve of that idea actually if given a chance, yet causing trouble today wasn't the original plan but to earn Florence's father’s favor.
Even though the grip of Lincoln was also an indication that I must stay collected, Clara’s smile was so infuriating not to irk me. I’m not a humbug, so I’m not going to deny that even her presence was enough to pique my annoyance and my sense of retaliation.
No one can blame me though. This woman had actually sent that man who wanted my death. If that was a tolerable deed for some, it most certainly wasn't fo
