For the rest of that day and the days that followed, Gretchen stuck to Aurelia like a second skin.
That evening, while hanging out in the back with Laziel and Gretchen, a couple of maids walked past them, deep in gossip and disbelief.
"No way you did all that and Lord Garrick still didn't touch you."
"I'm not exaggerating. I bent all the way down just so he could see what I was wearing underneath, and he didn't move a muscle. He wasn't even looking at me."
"Maybe you're not his type?"
"His type? Hah! That harlot doesn't have a type. He sleeps with anything and everything in skirts!"
"Could it be erectile dysfunction?"
"All of a sudden? Face it, you're just not his type. I'll be the one preparing his bath tonight. Hence, I'd only believe it's erectile dysfunction when I'm scrubbing his back and he doesn't grab and pin me down."
"Oh, shut it. You know you can't do better than me. You can never"
