Revenge or madness, as if they could not be the same thing — but Sera's lips curled into a conspiratorial smile at the younger woman's suggestion. She ought to be more mature about this, but it was particularly difficult to do so when she could see the pale skin of the debutante's hand behind the sheer layer of fabric.

"Let's bring it to the back room," she said, "Before one of the matrons sees it and has a cardiac event." (Sera was older, yes, but she was not a matron!)