Angeline would have them be – allies. They always had been, at least against Victoire, but never so blatantly as her sister seemed to be suggesting. Say nice things about her? Push a suitable bachelor towards her to help her along, and trust that Angeline would manage anything for her in turn? What an egregious plan.
“I should think it would be simpler for me to dose a man with a love potion for you,” Estelle said, mocking – much less effort for her, and probably more effective than any complimentary words she could struggle to come up with – but she was... well, perhaps worried enough to actually agree. She sighed in surrender. “But fine – no one will hear a bad word about you from me. Is there anyone you’re after, particularly?” If they were to be allies, they could hardly find themselves in competition for the same gentleman, now could they?
“I should think it would be simpler for me to dose a man with a love potion for you,” Estelle said, mocking – much less effort for her, and probably more effective than any complimentary words she could struggle to come up with – but she was... well, perhaps worried enough to actually agree. She sighed in surrender. “But fine – no one will hear a bad word about you from me. Is there anyone you’re after, particularly?” If they were to be allies, they could hardly find themselves in competition for the same gentleman, now could they?
