Lady Honoria Beaumont swept into the drawing room like a winter gale, her spine straight as a sword, her gaze cutting through my practiced smile. I had been expecting a pleasant afternoon tea - another opportunity to showcase my exemplary management of the Beaumont household. Instead, her unannounced arrival felt like an ambush.
"Lady Beatrix," she said, not bothering to wait for my invitation before seating herself in the best chair. "I believe we need to have a frank conversation."
I maintained my composure, gesturing for the maid to bring tea. "Of course, Lady Honoria. Though I must say, your visit is quite unexpected."
"I prefer it that way," she replied, removing her gloves with deliberate slowness. "People reveal more of themselves when caught unprepared."
The statement sent a chill through me, but I refused to show it. "How... strategic of you."
