"Don't act like you didn't do a thing." Amelia's voice echoed in the darkness as Clara looked around with rage.
"Once I left the room, I stayed outside and overheard you speaking. Yeah, I might have hurt him with my words but don't pin the blame on me when you did the same thing. If it wasn't for me, you would be rotting away with that fat baronet right now.
You might have helped me out by pushing him towards considering me as a potential partner, but don't forget that I did the same, you ungrateful wench!"
Clara's expression faltered and now she stared straight into the darkness with a grim expression on her face.
"Thank you for your help, but you do realise right? You're the one who always throws tantrums and you act like some lovestuck child when you're around him, hitting him and cursing him like it's some sort of twisted form of showing your affection." she fired back.
