Poppy’s face became a shade of red, not quite as vibrant as before since she has begun to relax in these peoples’ company, when she was caught comparing herself. Her insecurity was always such an ugly trait and Poppy has to, many times, tell herself that looks don’t matter. With one glance at Timothy, however, Poppy knew that they did, in fact, matter. But they shouldn’t matter _to her_. Blinking slowly, the blonde inhaled and exhaled to calm her face before mentally rejoining the people before her.

“The crusades?” she muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes and thinking back to see if she had read anything about the religious affair. It took her a few moments to wrack her brain, but at the end of the day, Poppy knew squat about the crusades. She was much more interested in psychology and of the likes.

While Poppy was good at understanding psychology, she was horrible at analyzing people. Nevertheless, she tried – and she used Henrietta. Henrietta was obviously a social butterfly and extroverted, but could she also be a master manipulator? The way she said things just to obviously get a reaction from her lackeys leaned more towards yes. 

_“I should be wary.”_ Poppy thought, switching the hand she leant her cheek on. Despite her suspicions, Poppy kept a straight face and even allowed a small quirk of her lips that wasn’t quite a smile.