Chapter Eighteen
The play was a lark, much more humorous than anything Kit had ever watched before, and she was glad the dress she’d worn was loose at the waist or else she might’ve ripped the fabric with all of the laughter peeling out of her throughout the production. Even her mother chuckled a time or two, a rarity. By the time the show was over, Kit had to hurry to the loo, she’d laughed so hard.
Luckily, she made it to the dining hall just in time to be announced and walk in with her mother. “Where were you?” Rona asked, looking down her nose at her daughter.
“Answering the call of nature.” Rona’s nostrils flared in disgust, and Kit shrugged. She was honest to a fault. The two walked in and took their seats at the head table. The dining hall near the royal theater didn’t have a dai
