You loved Violet.

You tried to believe it, replaying it in your head like a mantra as you watched her talk with Prince Kuragin across the ballroom, clutching your cup harder than you’d like to admit. You could see it, the little hearts in her eyes, the tone of her voice; you knew her marriage to Patrick Crawley was boring and less passionate than someone as exciting as Violet would like, but falling in love with a Prince, who was married? Certainly too exciting, that could be said by anybody. No, you loved Violet. Right? You did, you did- until she scurried over like a child, which made you toss your mantra out the window. “We plan to elope.” She said, pure adrenaline pumping through her veins all the way to her heart as she watched him from across the room.