Edith Mountford-Miles-Letting off some steam Subject: Letting off some steam Where: A park in London Who: Edith Mountford-Miles Warnings: None, yet Open to: Anyone brave enough to approach her
Yes, she had actually been crying. The evidence of that lingering on the dark-haired vixen's cheeks and the handkerchief clutched in her hand. How dare Eward treat her like that? As if she didn't know what was best for him. His happiness had always been something Edith went out of her way to secure, but now she did not care. She hoped he was miserable, she hoped he was unhappy. And yet, all of these feelings upset her even more. She sat down on a bench, her hands clutched into tight fists as she let out a sob.
Her attempt had been to rid her brother of whatever it was that was troubling him, but she had pushed him aside. He had pushed her aside and treated her like she was anything less than her perfect. In her opinion she had been treated as if she was second class, just like his whores. Oh, she hated him now. And through her tears she was plotting her revenge. Eward would pay. So would that girl he was obsessing over, after all; it was all her fault.