[ Ella tensed a bit when Hattie inquired about the fireplace, because she knew DAMN well why. Ignore the strained smile on her face would you, dear stepsister, she's still feeling sick to her stomach at this pandering you're doing, Hattie. ]

Huh?

[ Ella blinked at Dorian, jarred out of her thoughts, and then a hand flew to her mouth. ]

Oh! Yes, the French lessons, of course! I'd love to but- [ Here she shot a quick glance at Hattie. Oh it would GRATE on her wouldn't it? ]

I'd understand if you'd rather see to my stepsister. We can reschedule the lesson for another time.