"Oh, so the secret's out?" Claire's voice boomed, louder than Lana's. "Alright, game over. Might as well get used to calling her ‘Mom'!" She smirked. "You should probably curtsy, too. After all, you'll need the stepmom's approval to marry into the family, right?"
When it came to verbal sparring, Claire never lost.
Her retort struck home. All three women's faces paled. Yvonne, as if physically struck, began retching again. Bianca frantically tended to her.
Only Lana, seething, fought back. "How can you say something so shameless? A young girl like that, plotting to be someone's stepmother! Mr. Harcourt is old enough to be her father! How could she even stomach it?"
Claire laughed. "Please. You're only saying that because you don't have the chance. If you did, you'd be shoving your own daughter into his bed." She rolled her eyes. "And if you really want to know how she ‘stomachs' such a big age gap, why don't you ask Miss Lowell? I'm sure she has some experience in that department."
Bianca's hand tightened on Yvonne's arm.
Before Lana could reply, Yvonne snapped, "That's enough! I don't feel well. Take me back to my room."
Though reluctant, Lana fell silent and helped escort Yvonne away. The three of them beat a hasty retreat.
Claire tossed her hair back with a triumphant flair. "A bunch of lightweights."
Seeing her smug look, Noreen could only shake her head and smile. "Feel better now?"
"Much better!" Claire grinned.
"Good."
"I thought you might be mad at me," Claire admitted.
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