"That little bastard dared to disrespect you?" The Dowager's expression darkened.
Rosemary gave an exaggerated account of the incident, emphasizing Caitlin's insult.
When she finished, the Dowager sneered, "It's true what they say. A bitch gives birth to a bitch." She had been too lenient with Flavia. It was her own compassionate nature, her faith, that held her back. Otherwise, she would have gotten rid of her long ago.
After a moment, she changed the subject. "By the way, did you happen to see Will at Palmer Castle today?" Will was the youngest Lord of the Windsor family and the man Rosemary most hoped to marry.
Rosemary shook her head. "No."
The Dowager frowned. She had made inquiries and had specifically sent Rosemary to the castle today because she had heard Will would be there. It was a wasted opportunity.
"No matter," she said, trying to sound encouraging. "There will be other chances."
Rosemary nodded.
Flavia, her cheek swollen and red, made her way to the kitchen. Dr. Tina was walking toward her from the opposite direction.
Seeing the mark on Flavia's face, Tina frowned. "Madam."
Flavia offered a weak smile.
As they drew closer, Tina saw the extent of the swelling and stopped. "Madam, did the Dowager and Miss Vance give you trouble again?"

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