Gabriella put her hands on her hips and scowled at Richard.

"How could you give her away!?" She flared. "You know we come down strictly on the side of not shipping St. Margarets! And what was all that business about forgiving her?" Her voice reached the upper register and she quieted herself so as not to make a scene. "Do you mean to tell me you feel forced to be with me against your will?"

"That's not..."

Gabriella put up her hand. "Look, I made the dress because I couldn't protest...but I don't have to keep you around."