He'd see the anger burning in her eyes, and this time she didn't have to lie to him because her virtue was as pure as freshly fallen snow. She lifted her chin, not cowing from his stare as he searched her eyes. She presented him with her honesty and her anger. "He has not touched me, not even to kiss me!" Her hands clenched at the skirts of the walking dress. "I wouldn't let him until we were wed anyway. I'm not a harlot. If you wanted one, I am sure you can find one anywhere in this town but not in this room." If she had pearls on, she'd be clutching them.