A day had passed and yet the feeling had not dissipated. A week had passed and the feeling had only seemed to amplify. It was a feeling she couldn't quite contain, a feeling that lived in the pit of her stomach and at times seemed to clench its grip against the chambers of her lungs.
She thought it might have been guilt. She had felt bad for what she had done. She had even attempted to run after the woman she had offended, but Caterina had held her back.
The sun was high in the sky and the streets were bustling with activity. Most were too busy tending to their daily chores to pay her much mind, but when they did they spared an intrigued smile for the woman with the velvet top hat who carried a nice bouquet of white roses.
Harriet stopped when she reached Lady Blythe's home. She was acting on an impulse, she had not really thought this through. Harriet climbed up the few stairs leading to Lady Blythe's door and knocked.