Charlotte hummed softly to herself as she embroidered on a handkerchief.
These days, she had been in a much better mood— at least she wasn't sitting in her room depressed anymore.
"Sigh. The sky is not very bright today. I—"
Bang!
All of a sudden, the door was pushed open forcefully and a loud bang echoed.
The embroidery needle pricked her hand and a drop of blood showed.
Her eyes trailed up from her finger to see who had barged in so rudely.
'Who...' her thoughts trailed off when her eyes landed on the perpetuator.
She became filled with surprised. Why had he come to her room? And in such manner.
George stormed in coldly. The door closed behind him with a bang.
He stared at his wife with a burning anger. "You went to her majesty to seek a divorce?" He asked the burning question.
Charlotte's expression changed to one of understanding. 'Oh, so he found out'.
She slowly put away the half embroidered handkerchief and faced him fully. Her face remained calm.
