Bab 270: Tea (2)

"Funny how you try to shame me when your father exploits girls' bodies for money, Eleanor. How do you sleep at night?" Sophia asked, turning the tables back in her favor. 

"Like a baby. My father's occupation has nothing to do with me. I can't help that sometimes I end up hearing a lot of gossip or let's say tea," Eleanor held up her cup of tea. "I like the sound of that better. I don't like what he does just like I do not like women like you who try to poke at other women. I thought it was only the women in the red light district who brag about the men they have slept with but I was wrong," she sipped her tea. "This is lovely Queen Hazel."

"Thank you, Eleanor," Hazel accepted the compliment even though she was not the person to pick out the tea. "Sophia," she offered a sweet smile to the woman who had the nerve to try making Alessandra feel sad about Edgar's past affairs. "Get up."