Lady Beatrice sat on the armchair in the tea room glaring daggers at the Duchess who had summoned her that morning just to engage in some stupid idle chatter.
She knew very well the Duchess doesn't favour her for her dearly beloved son and was just trying to endure her for the sake of her husband.
She chanced a fake smile at something she said sipping at the hot tea hoping it will quench the coldness she felt towards her.
Let her just wait and see. The moment her son marries her she will bundle her out of the house to where ever with that husband of hers...
She cringed at the devious thought. She wasn't that kind of person. Desperation and anger at their rejection had suddenly turned into an unrecognised beast.
“So my dear...The opera was supposed to bring the chosen bride and the pri
