Camilla’s mind raced, but she remained composed. Her calm exterior betrayed none of the storm that churned within her. Mrs. Margaret’s question was pointed, direct, and laced with an undertone of suspicion. It was clear she had been waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Taking a measured breath, Camilla lifted her chin slightly. “I didn’t realize you were so interested in my personal life, Mrs. Margaret,” she said, her voice soft yet edged with a quiet defiance. “What Mr. Louis and I shared—or didn’t share—is hardly relevant now, don’t you think?”

Margaret’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Don’t mistake my curiosity for interest, dear. If this marriage is to...