Isadora nodded, looking away. “Yes, he did.” She did not know what else to add to make it better, but this was the truth.
“Ah.” Violet hummed. “Interesting.”
“Not interesting,” Isadora corrected. “It is rather maddening. What is worse is that I cannot seem to stop thinking about the whole ordeal. It is just… inconvenient.”
Daphne snorted. “My dear, there are worse things in the world than kissing your husband.”
“Yes, perhaps she should be counting her blessings instead.” Violet smirked. “Go on, then. Tell us. How was it?”
“You are focusing on the wrong details,” Isadora groaned.
“Yes, but please indulge us regardless.” Daphne leaned forward eagerly. “Did he cup your face? Hold your waist? A first kiss is always the most special of them all.”
Isadora groaned louder, covering her face. “I loathe both of you.”
“No, you loathe that you liked it,” Violet teased.
Isadora’s face burned, and she was certain she would not survive this conversation. In fact, she regretted bringing it up in the first place, for she knew that she was never going to hear the end of it now.
“Isadora. Dearest. You are allowed to enjoy being kissed,” Daphne said. “Why are you acting as though the two of you have committed some great sin?”
Isadora glared at her friend. “Because it feels like I have crossed some line I was not meant to.”Ever.
Violet arched an eyebrow. “Kissing is a normal thing, Isadora. Would you rather kiss other men?”
Isadora opened her mouth, but nothing came. The thought alone sounded ludicrous.
Daphne smirked. “Exactly.”
She groaned again, dropping her head against the wall. “What am I to do?”
“Accept that you are hopelessly intrigued,” Violet said simply.
“And perhaps kiss him again,” Daphne added with a wink and then reached for her hand, squeezing it. “It is normal, you know.”
Isadora looked at her skeptically. “To feel as though one’s entire world has tilted on its axis?”
“Yes.” Daphne smiled knowingly. “That is how it begins.”
“How what begins?”
Violet smirked. “Something worth paying attention to.”
Isadora frowned. “I do not want to pay attention to it.”
Daphne let out a laugh. “Oh, my dear Isadora, I do not think you have a choice.”
Isadora groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I really loathe both of you.”
“No,” Violet said smoothly. “You really loathe how much you liked it.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Isadora attempted to change the topic, for she was blushing red. From the corner of her eye, she could see Evan speaking to some of the other guests. “In fact, I’d much rather if we slip away for a moment entirely.”
Violet and Daphne exchanged a look amongst themselves.
“What do you say, Daph?” Violet grinned. “Should we put her out of her misery?”
“The poor girl has suffered enough, yes. She did tell us the truth as well, so I think she deserves a reward.” Daphne nodded, a teasing hint in her voice.
