Primrose held a handkerchief over her mouth, trying to keep the dust from getting into her lungs.
She stayed near the door, not out of fear, but because the room was musty and cluttered, and she wasn't too eager to disturb any hidden insects.
"Since it's just the two of us in here," she began, "I'll answer your question. No, my husband doesn't usually act like a jerk. I was the one who asked him to behave that way."
Raven furrowed her brows, visibly confused. "Why?"
[Other women wish for a kind husband,] she thought. [Why would she ask hers to act cold and harsh on purpose?]
Primrose lowered the handkerchief from her mouth, revealing a small, mischievous smile. "Because I want him to gain your husband's trust," she said.
Even though Primrose didn't really want to step deeper into the dusty room, she forced herself to walk toward Raven so they could talk face-to-face.
