I’d barely been given enough time to gather Thackery’s books and notes before the staff were swarming the room to set up for dinner. Every place was set despite only four of us eating. I’d resented being shooed out but now, I’d give anything for the hustle and bustle. It had to beat the awkward clink of silver on china.
My father reached for his wine, swirling the sparkling clear liquid. “How did your meeting today go?”
Ari perked up immediately with an exaggerated huff, knife clenched tightly between her delicate fingers. “Well—”
“I was asking Margaux.” My father’s brow rose, his swirled stopped. God, the man was utterly deadpan – stone cold.
“Oh.” Ari deflated before mumbling into her dinner. I almost felt bad for her, looking like a disappointed child. “Sorry.”
“Margaux?”
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