Anne stood frozen, her face unreadable, but her eyes, burning with restrained fury, stared straight into Jeanne's. She had taken enough. And she wasn't going to stay silent much longer.
"The one I love is Augustine, not Denis," Anne said with barely contained emotion. "Open your eyes and look carefully before throwing around accusations. Sometimes when something is too close, you are blind to it."
Jeanne's face twisted in fury. She hadn't expected Anne to fight back — not like this. Her whole body seemed to tremble with the force of her rage, itching to lash out, to punish Anne for daring to challenge her, for daring to speak with such boldness.
"This insolence—" Jeanne growled, her words grinding out through clenched teeth.
But before she could unleash her wrath, Augustine's voice cut through the tension.
"Anne…"
