Olivia's eyes widened, a brow cocked in confusion. The barrage of words coming from Prim washed over her like a wave of white noise. She waited patiently, playing absent absentmindedly with her food. It amazed her how uncomfortable Primrose could make herself. Her gaze calmed to a look of sympathetic pity. She smiled sadly at the girl who talked like she hated herself.
"I never said it was your mistake. You did." Olivia leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her drink. It fascinated her how fragile the young noble was. "You didn't have to apologize, by the way," she said, almost like an after thought. "I've said much worse. Trust me."
With a cock of an auburn eyebrow, and a calm smile on her face, she decided to prod again. Her curiosity was getting the better of her. If Prim's uptight, sensitive nature didn't give away that something was going on, then she didn't know what did. Prim was normally the calm, level-headed girl. Not the snappy, irritable one. "So. Why is he gone?"
