[If only she knew that those locks were used by my husband for something bad… she would probably cry tears of blood.]
Primrose let out a long breath the moment she heard Bianca's thoughts. At least now she knew that Aster had nothing to do with this whole scheme. And maybe… if Aster ever found out the truth, she might even try to help.
"That's all I know," Bianca said. "I've only gone to the west wing twice, and I've never set foot there again."
[That place always gives me a bad feeling. I get chills every time I'm there,] Bianca thought. [Besides, I don't want my husband to find out that I keep going there. He might punish me.]
"That's alright," Primrose said with a smile. "That kind of information is enough for me. But… I think I need an excuse to stay in this place for a night."
Bianca frowned. "You—don't tell me… you want to sneak into the west wing."
