Her whole body tightened. "I am not being hysterical," Beatrice snapped, angry enough about the whole situation that her anxiety in standing up to anyone, even her own family, had taken a backburner. "I'm angry and I'm hurt and currently experiencing a justified amout of emotions. There is a difference, Victor. Not everyone is an unfeeling jerk who has no regards for how what he says impacts others."

"Don't lash out at me because you can't accept the truth as that would mean you have to feel something for once." She moved towards the door then, she crying as she did, book acidently forgotten on the table. She realized at the door she'd forgotten it, but had the feeling watching her go back would give Victor a petty satisfaction so retained. She had other books in room and she could have a maid fetch it later.  "I will not be going tonight. I will go tomorrow, but tonight is off the table unless you want me to act 'hysterical' there as well."

She was angry enough to do it, screw everything else. Mad enough to do something that would rune any chances she had just to spite Victor right now.