I did not give Dupont hell. I avoided her and Eloise like the plague instead, only leaving my bedroom when a manservant came and summoned me to my father’s office at 10 pm.
Which was several hours later than I had guessed her would.
Already clad in the softest PJs I could find, I shrugged on a housecoat – a hideously pink, oversized, fluffy number that reminded me of a kid’s tv character – and gestured for the man to lead the way. I still had no idea where my father’s office was. For the most part, he kept out of my way, leaving me to Eloise.
And I kept out of his.
Except for times like last night.
I was barely even through the door after thanking my guide when my father spoke. “Missing lessons, Margaux. Really?”
He waved at a seat across from his desk, his mannerism making it c
