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Rhys lmao
It had been a long time since she had stood in the same room as her estranged husband. How long, exactly, Juliet couldn't be bothered to recall, but she was certain that it had been entirely too long.

Not that she particularly pined for Rhys Nott on a regular basis... No, it was because she knew that when she did not keep regular tabs on the man, he too often ran off and did something idiotic. Like gallivant around England pretending he didn't have a wife and children back in Paris (a home he had chosen, against her most errant protests), and begin to think he was a much freer, much more powerful man than he realistically was. Begin to think that Juliet had no control over him, being so far away, and as a result he could say and do whatever he pleased.

Well, she knew far better than that. That did not mean, however, that she didn't believe in punishing such stupidity and selfishness.

Allowing her date's arrogant little French hand to sink down to her knee in plain view, Juliet made eye contact with Rhys from across the room for the umpteenth time that night. She raised her glass from the table and smiled pleasantly despite the gag she barely held back at the sight of the slag he'd brought as a rebuttal. It mattered little that she knew she had come up with the better plan of action--that did not mean that she could not be slightly nauseated over his attempt, however inferior.

She would have to remind herself to find that woman's address and properly punishing her at a later date.