I'm just about to shovel more eggs into my mouth just to give myself something to do when Felix says, "What About Soren?"
I freeze.
Fork halfway to my mouth, my heart in my throat.
"What about her?!" Georgina asks, and her inflection is so casual, so unperturbed, that I almost don't hear the sharpness beneath her words.
"Well," Felix goes on, unaware, "shouldn't she have a say? It's a family gathering, after all."
Oh no.
Georgina grins sharply. "Soren doesn't need to worry about that."
"But she'll be-"
"Of course she will." Georgina makes a dismissive wave of her hand. "But darling, Soren isn't exactly the... gala type. Are you, sweetheart?"
The way she says "sweetheart" makes my teeth hurt.
I swallow hard. "I—"
"She's more of a jeans-and-hoodie girl," Ge
