ME: Kitchen maid who smells like bleach.
THE DUCHESS: Gorgeous noblewoman who bathes in champagne.
ME:Max's soulmate.
THE DUCHESS: Max's fiancée.
ME: Ready to do whatever it takes to show him how I feel.
THE DUCHESS: Already doing exactly that.
ME: Gulp.
"Unless you marry me as planned, Max" Lavinia threatened, "I'll leak a very embarrassing scandal about your family to the press"
"What scandal?" Max asked, staring at her. He was truly baffled.
"Let's just say that before my mother died," Lavinia replied coldly, "She told me a secret about your family, Max. Something terrible. Something that would destroy all of you, but mostly your beloved brat of a sister, Sarah. That's all I'll say. Push me, and all of England will know the story. That's the very reason Mum told me the secret in the first place. As a sort of security system, just in case I'd need it to get what I want. And what I want is for our wedding to go on, as expected."
With that, the duchess stood and walked gracefully from the room.
What is she talking about? Max wondered.
A chill ran up his spine as he stared at her departing figure, He rose to call he back, but he found himself speechless.