Jenna's palm turned cold when she heard someone cough from inside the room. She froze in her steps. Someone had seen her with Rhane.
"Jenna!" It was the thick voice of Lady Rachel.
Jenna reached for the door and opened it. She stood with her hair flying over her face, her lipstick smeared, a ripped dress, and shifted underwear. Jenna's little heart thumped with fear. She was ready to face whatever it was that came with being caught with Rhane. Even if her father didn't agree, she would tell him where her heart was. Jenna prepared herself for the worst.
"Jenna, why are you dressed like that?!" Lady Rachel gasped, her face looking horrified.
Jenna nodded, "Yes... I know and I—" she stopped talking when she realized the woman wasn't screaming and alerting the council members but was only worried about her dressing.
"I—" Jenna turned. Rhane wasn't in the room.
"What is it, Jenna?" Lady Rachel asked, with a frown. "Explain yourself while I'm still willing to listen."
