MRS. Harlow’s heart almost stopped. Her eyes widened as she turned fully and saw Claire leaning against the wall, arms folded, her face painted with satisfaction.
“Have you been standing there, eavesdropping on my conversations?” Mrs. Harlow asked, her voice sharp and accusatory.
Claire scoffed.
“I was listening, not eavesdropping.”
“Ha! Spoilt child!” Mrs. Harlow spat, shaking her head in disgust.
Another scoff escaped Claire as she stepped closer, her lips curling into a mocking smile.
“So… your Adrian isn’t such a perfect husband after all. He has finally messed up, just like mine jilted me. But unlike me, the wound is so deep.” She clutched her chest dramatically and let out a mocking cry. “Ahhh, Amelia! Poor Amelia!”
Mrs. Harlow’s nostrils flared.
“You dare mock your sister
