It was the dark, unspoken truth of the Farrington household. Her father, the Earl, desperately needed an heir to carry on his noble title, as all men do. Celine, being a girl, could never inherit the estate. From the very day she was born, she had been a massive disappointment to her father for being female, and a constant reminder of failure to her mother for being the reason her father distanced herself from her mother.
Lady Farrington pretended not to hear. She turned her head and looked out her own window, her face a rigid, unfeeling mask of stone, watching the scenery outside.
Celine scoffed.
It was a harsh, bitter sound. It was the sound of a girl who had finally realized that nothing she ever did would be good enough to earn her parents' love.
Lady Farrington snapped her head back around. Her eyes narrowed sharply.
"Celine," Lady Farrington scolded, her voice dripping with proper society rules. "A lady does not scoff. It is entirely inappropriate and impolite."
