Marionette slowly lowered the magazine in her hands.
Vivian stood before her with several women gathered behind her. Every one of them wore expressions ranging from curiosity to poorly concealed amusement.
Marionette's gaze swept over them briefly before returning to Vivian.
"How does what feel?"
Vivian's smile widened. "Being married, of course." Her eyes flickered with mock sympathy. "Dad and I were so worried about you."
Davina just came out from the changing room, on hearing this she rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they remained in her head.
Marionette, however, remained calm. "Oh."
Just one word.
Vivian's smile stiffened slightly. "Oh?" She repeated. The women behind Vivian exchanged confused glances. This wasn't how the conversation was supposed to go.
Vivian forced
