Chapter Three
London
Witherspoon Town House
Brighton
Annalise grimaced as a younger maid whom they had met in their town house, pulled tightly on the reins of her corset. Her insides already felt so packed together and she was certain that if Zeandra pulled any tighter, she would drop down from lack of air.
She bit her cheeks to keep the words she so wanted to not-so-lowly say, swallowed. Right in front of her, her mother was seated, legs crossed at the ankles, one arm rested gracefully on the arm rest of the chair she sat on, the other hand crossed over her legs to clasp those fingers, lest they dangled. She was poise defined and the look on her face made it impossible for Annalise to want to break her heart with complaints. Her mother need not say it out loud that she was proud of h
