“Hold still, Vivian! That’s five more added to your tally for this evening,” Mrs. Banks said fiercely as she renewed her firm grip on the younger woman. “You must learn not to fight every new experience. Do you think his lordship will be pleased with a wife who is constantly questioning him? Don’t you already think you’ve added enough punishment to your evening?”
A small, frightened whimper fell from Vivian’s lips. This was not the comforting routine she was used to and the deviation flustered her, along with her anger over the unfairness of it all. Yet now she wished she’d just kept quiet. She’d known, even as she’d provoked Mrs. Banks, that it couldn’t lead to anything good.
She felt so dreadfully confused and helpless, even more so than she had before. Why, with her hands tied behind her back Mrs. Banks could literally do anything she pleased and Vivian would have...
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