After scanning the contents of the note, Asenath shot a glare in Eunice's direction. Her first instinct was to accuse her former friend, but she relented. No, even as things stood between them now, Eunice couldn't possibly be so stupid as to go running her mouth.
Smirking, Asenath knew that as long as she kept her cool and denied everything, Victoria had no real proof. What she had was a hunch that she was trying to confirm as fact -- sadly, Asenath would never give her that pleasure. Legally, Asenath's arrangement for her father was ironclad. But the fact that Victoria simply entertained these suspicions made her a bigger enemy in Asenath's eyes -- one that would have to be taken care of.
She had half a mind to crumple up the note in a ball and just toss it away, but instead she scribbled down:
|What an active imagination. I'd love to accept the invitation, unfortunately I have better things to do than talk to blood traitors. If there's anyone you need a chat with, perhaps it's the school psychiatrist. I hear Dr. Willett's office is open. |
Folding the paper neatly, she nudged Wilbur gently and whispered, "Psst. Pass this on. Over there, to the girl with the tragic haircut."