"Wait! Are you two...involved with each other?" Neisa blurted out, her voice cutting through the heavy tension in the surroundings. She leaned forward, her brow furrowing in utter bewilderment.
Mary let out a horrified, high-pitched gasp, violently turning her head in Neisa's direction.
"No, it wasn't...it's not like that," Neisa countered hastily, her natural honesty completely overriding any sense of social boundaries.
I couldn't help it. A quiet, breathless laugh escaped my lips. Oh, the tea is absolutely scorching today, I thought, mentally cheering for Neisa's unintentional assistance. The script was writing itself at this point, a beautiful, high-stakes ping-pong match of domestic secrets.
"Fascinating," I purred, leaning forward to lock my eyes directly back onto Thomas, who looked as if he were ready to face an imperial executioner rather than endure another second of my questioning.
