Isabella
William sat alone in the living room in darkness and for the next couple of seconds, he didn't speak. Like that wasn't daunting enough, there was no television, no music and no lights except the faint glow from the fireplace stretching shadows across his face.
Waiting.
Of course he was.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. His gaze followed me slowly as I stepped further into the room, taking in the gown, the jewelry, the cane in my hand.
Then finally, he spoke.
“You deliberately disobeyed me tonight.” His voice was calm, too calm if you asked me.
He was angry for sure, but it was controlled, and the kind William used when he believed he was being reasonable.
I said nothing at first. Quietly, I removed the thin shawl from around my shoulders and placed it over the back of
