She’s worried.
The thing about people like Victoria is that they can keep a lie alive for years if the room is comfortable enough.
And Victoria liked comfortable rooms.
Her house in Greenwich had museum-level lighting, silver trays, and chairs no one ever really relaxed in. My world had always looked different. My father was a Navy captain who kept navigation charts spread across our kitchen table in Newport. I grew up learning that work speaks long before people do. Annapolis taught me the same lesson in a harder language. Naval intelligence taught me to stop expecting applause.
So I stopped correcting Victoria a long time ago.
Not because she was right.
Because I realized she was never confused.