Charles, Mason, Henry
It was very rarely that Lady Anne was struck dumb but this? This was one of those times. And it wasn't until after Charles started to walk away that she managed to find herself again.
When he'd first spoken, all the color had drained from her face and she might have even dropped her jaw just a little. And once she DID find her voice again, she shrugged off Mason's arm and followed after Charles, grabbing his to spin him around. Then she slapped him and slapped him hard.
"It's no wonder that your own wife won't be seen with you at this party," Anne sneered, looking pointedly at his lack of companion. "You're still an utter FUCKHEAD, no matter what time period we're in."