The Breaking Point

Rosalind stood amidst the torrential downpour, letting the freezing water plaster her hair to her cheeks. She looked at Benedict with icy disdain.

"Ophelia ran off chasing after Lord Langford," Rosalind mocked, her voice slicing through the heavy rain. "Instead of asking him what happened, or asking why your precious sister fled into the night, you come after me like I am the root of the problem