I never imagined the night was far from over.
Once the guests had all left the manor, leaving only the family behind, Mr. Anderson immediately slapped the head of security, William, across the face.
"Twice! And in a row." he roared like an enraged old lion. "My party has become a laughingstock!"
I lounged on the sofa, watching the tempest rage with an almost detached curiosity. Why Mr. Anderson had insisted I witness this dressing-down was beyond me. Was it an attempt at retribution? I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. Fairness was a luxury he never afforded.
William clutched his cheek, silent and defenseless. Cyrus stood beside him, head bowed, also enduring Mr. Anderson's reprimand.
"Fiona's birthday... and Helena's birthday," he quickly corrected himself. "You said you c
