I forced Jane to join us in the drawing room, but she was only subjected to the cruelty of Blanche and her mothers judgemental words, which i was furious with, causing Jane to try to leave the party. I stopped her. Why should she leave? She had more right to be there as any of the guests! But as i saw the tears brimming her eyes, i knew that i must not force her to stay, but i was rather annoyed.
"Good-night, my---"
I cannot believe that i nearly let it slip as she left to retire to her room. Those words just came out naturally from my mouth, as if i had said it a million times before. I bit my lip, forcing myself to stop.
Well, that is it for now...
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