Annalisa
the Duke finally growled, “what facts are you hiding?”
I cleared my throat, the weight of everyone’s attention settling on me. “Perhaps Miss Boleyn,” I said, emphasizing her name, “could share exactly how she came to suspect Annalise’s… treachery?”
Anne’s smug smile faltered for a split second before she recovered her composure. “It’s simple, really,” she purred, her voice dripping with fake innocence. “I saw them, Your Grace. Lady Annalise and Mr. Stone, alone on the balcony, sharing a… very intimate moment.”
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