For a long moment, Thérèse seriously debated standing up and slapping him, before disappearing into her room for the rest of the evening. How dare he tell her she hadn't truly experienced grief? She could feel herself trembling with a sudden fury that threatened to spill over. But she cleared her throat and looked up at him, trying to make it clear she was unimpressed without being outright rude.
"Arranged," She replied simply, taking a long drink. "I was in a convent until the age of eighteen. I was only brought out in order to marry." A convent from the age of eight to eighteen, then Versailles onwards. She had never experienced 'the real world', not at all, and it was somewhat of a culture shock to her.