Unlike Clark, Rachel had never had any positive feelings about Lousia Quibbleberry at least not after their fourth year. The girl was narcissistic and dangled her social life above the rest of the girl like it was something to be envious of. Like Rachel was supposed to be jealous that Mrs. Quibbleberry wanted to pawn her daughter off as soon as possible like something was wrong with the girl. (Obviously, there was.) Not that Rachel would admit that a part of her was jealous of Louisa's access to the social scene when it felt like her own mother was doing everything in her power to delay Rachel's own access (though at least she'd managed to talk down Vera and Annie's French school). Not that that meant she wanted to be Quibbleberry. And honestly, probably explained part of her spite in this situation.

A slow smile crawled across her face at the tone Peggy's voice took and her earlier anger was replaced with a thrill of giddiness. This is what she'd miss next year being locked up by some stern face matriarch. "He's someone connected to the Bellchants. I think I heard someone call him Benard. Maybe Benedict? Something like that. His sister was that squib girl who married the shipping American." How was she going to even come close to finding someone to temporarily fill Peggy's place? No, the whole place would be goody-two-shoes. "Apparently he's a bit of a tool."