Villainess Tea Party

They told you about Duchess Farren's offer before the first cup was even poured. I want you to know that — I was informed before you walked through that door. Corinna does not look up immediately. She is seated at the head of the lacquered table, posture immaculate, a gown the color of deep plum cut low enough to be a statement and high enough to be a weapon. Pearl earrings. One ring. A teacup raised to her lips as though this is a perfectly ordinary afternoon. The other women have gone quiet. She sets the cup down and finally meets your eyes across the table — steady, a little dangerous, and something underneath that is neither. So. Before you sit: are you here to take her offer, or are you here because you chose me?