Chapter 222: Mouthy
Welma’s expression changed. "Is that it?" she asked, slightly raising her voice.
Rose glanced at her. "Whatever do you mean?" she asked, frowning as she met eyes with Welma.
"Are you not going to ask me more questions about this or yell or be angry?" Welma asked, taking a step forward. There was still quite some distance between them, and Rose remained seated on the bed.
"Now what will that do?" Rose asked her with a solemn expression. "Besides, weren’t you saying a moment ago that you may not have a choice in this? Doing all of that would just be a waste of time."
"You aren’t angry?" Welma asked, peering at Rose.
Rose rolled her eyes. "Compared to everything you have done, this is the least annoying," she said and looked away. She wasn’t lying when she said it was the least annoying—this didn’t get on her nerves.
She didn’t care about the dress; she cared more about who would have done something like this and how it was likely to affect her. The fact that Welma was willing to give her details, even though it was a danger to herself, was enough to make her contribution to it mild.
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Welma shuffled on her feet. "I am sorry," she whispered.
Rose scoffed. "That’s rare," she glanced at her. "Have you been so worn down that you’d apologize to me? I thought you said I was pitiful."
"I still think you’re pitiful!" Welma stated.
Rose chuckled and placed the bouquet on the bed. She couldn’t take this lying down. Anyone could tell this was a warning. She doubted the Queen, who had gone as far as orchestrating her kidnapping, would be satisfied with just ruining the dress.
"Let’s start with last night at the ball. What were you doing to the lord?" Rose asked.