The Marchioness's face flushed a deep, violent red. "You have done enough!" she hissed, her voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. "After what you did yesterday, you still have the guts to sit here and mock everyone?"
Heena blinked, her face the absolute picture of flawless, innocent confusion. She offered her mother a soft, perfectly sweet smile.
"Mock?" Heena asked, her voice light and airy. "Mother, whatever do you mean? I did not say anything remotely mocking."
She tilted her head, her smile sharpening just a fraction at the edges. "I merely asked how you guys were doing this morning. That is all. It is not like I asked, 'How are you all feeling after living off my stolen money?'Come on."
*Dead silence.*
