“You handled that well. Very well, I dare say. I half expected the silly girl to up and cause a fracas for everyone to see.” Mrs May-Tree folded her hands in front of her and smiled down at me, mirth shining in her dark eyes. “Your father would be proud.”
I wouldn’t have gone that far per se. My father would likely have expected it as the bare minimum for not embarrassing him in public. Him or the family. Our relationship was improving but I didn’t trust him not to whip me at the first sight of trouble.
But, even so, I was glad that the conversation between Selene and I hadn’t come to anything more than a bit of grimacing.
I was too polite to correct her assumptions, however. “Mrs May-Tree,” I said, changing the subject. “It’s good to see you again.”
“And you, child. It appears that
