He just stood there, conversing with the maid that had been assisting them.
Eve couldn't hear a single word anyone was uttering, not even the soothing words Candace spoke to her.
The pain was just too much.
All she wanted to do was to rearrange an askew ribbon and there had been no available servants at the time. The stool had chosen the perfect moment to buckle and she found herself heaped ever so gently on the welcoming floor.
And he had to witness it?
She turned her face away, burying it in the crook of Candace's arm.
"It hurts so much, Candace." She bit her lower lip. "I feel like I am going to faint."
Candace made a face. "You're not going to faint, Eve. You are fine-"
"No she's not." Theodore's cool voice cut her off cleanly. "Her ankle is not aligned properly."
What?
A broken arm, now a twisted ankle? Was there a curse on her?
Candace smoothed her hair.
