[Absurdly, Kate thinks first of the gazebo, of Anthony Bridgerton, of hands on her body that have no right, no claim, no reason to be there. She does not think of her mother, of Edwina, at least not immediately, and the guilt of that has her face flushing, eyes flicking down from the other woman's knowing gaze. There's no way for Parisa to know the shame (no; shame implies regret, and though Kate will burn from within with the knowledge of Anthony's touch until she's cold in the earth, she does not regret an instant) behind that blush, but Kate's words sharpen regardless.]
I did not ask to be here, nor do I ask to remain. [Clipped, brisk, eyes flicking up to Parisa's, away again.] Is that not reason enough?
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I did not ask to be here, nor do I ask to remain. [Clipped, brisk, eyes flicking up to Parisa's, away again.] Is that not reason enough?