Nothing was more pleasing than breaking the news to the new Mrs. Elliot.
"What? What do you mean I have to stay on the ground floor while she occupies our room?" Nancy demanded furiously.
"I am pregnant; this is not good for me and the baby," she cried louder.
"Why isn't it good for you and the baby?" A thundering voice demanded from above the stairs.
"Eve, you can't do this to your family," Mrs. Fineland added, but Eve paid her no attention. Family was a word long gone in her existence.
"You should all start worrying about your next location, for I won't be so generous as to have you stay in my house for so long."
Nancy opened her mouth, but Eve was gone just as quickly as she had come. Nancy paced around the house, her body vibrating with rage. She glared at Duke Elliot, but he had uttered not a word in protest nor in her defense. It was as if he knew what was happening.
"Elliot," Nancy called softly.
Duke Elliot, who was in a trance, jolted out of his thoughts.
