"Miss, I didn't lie to you." Matilda spoke through tears. "I went to keep an eye on Madame Bernadotte. I wasn't slacking off."
Sophie watched Georgiana with a tense expression.
Georgiana could not describe how she felt.
Bernadotte's wife was Eugenie Désirée Clary, Napoleon Bonaparte's former fiancée. "History" said that he had shown Bernadotte so much favor because of Eugenie. It seemed that the married Clisson was still the same Clisson.
Who said Napoleon was devoted to one woman? Who?
Bernadotte was now a senator. He had not gone to the front, so naturally his family had remained in Paris. Eugenie would certainly attend an occasion this grand.
Napoleon had always treated his former lovers well. Besides, he had broken off his engagement with Eugenie for Josephine.
He felt guilty, didn't he?
"What did she do?" Georgiana asked icily.
"Nothing." Matilda wiped away her tears. "She was chatting with the other ladies."
Georgiana had never imagined that she would one day sink to such a state.
She actually hated every woman who had been intimate with him, like some jealous woman.
Had she gone mad?
Severus had no such trouble in that regard. Other than Narcissa Malfoy, because of that Unbreakable Vow, he had to look after Draco for the rest of his life. That was no longer the duty of a godfather; it was more like Narcissa had found Draco another father.
She was so angry that her head hurt. Sophie helped her sit down in a chair.
Just earlier, she had found it lonely reading by herself. Now that all her maids had returned, she instead wished they would keep playing outside.
"If the First Consul comes later, stop him." Once she had regained a little ability to think, Georgiana said coldly, "I'm afraid I won't be able