The words that left the truthseeker's mouth seemed to shock even her.
The hall went silent. Then came the wave. Disgust. Whispers. Gossip spreading through the galleries like a disease nobody wanted but everyone caught.
Charlotte's face was a wreck of anger and embarrassment. But she held herself together just enough to push out words.
"No, it's not like that. I was force..."
I cut her off. "So my suspicion was right. You were the one behind it."
She hissed. "You..."
"Anyways." I waved it off like swatting a fly. "Let's move on to the main topic."
I grinned at her. "Our love life. That is."
The crowd looked completely lost now. Baffled beyond recovery. My words had been bouncing between accusations and romance so frequently that nobody could tell which direction I was actually heading. Most of what I said must have sounded contradicting and illogical to them.
Good.
Then I turned to the crowd. And the grin vanished. "Enough of this act."
The whispers died.
