*Sterling*
When I arrive home, I am surprised to find Evangeline and her husband awaiting me in the library. I can tell by their stern expressions that they haven’t come to make a social call. Unfortunately for me, Claybourne has taken up a post near the window with his arms crossed over his chest, as though he is there to provide support for Evangeline regarding whatever matter she has come to address. She stands in front of my desk. In her usual style, she gets straight to the heart of things.
“Sterling, I have heard a rumor that you were seen accompanying Frannie to the opera last night.” She says.
Taking the chair behind my desk in a negligent pose as though I can’t be bothered, I look at Evangeline, which means losing sight of Claybourne. Damnation. Without repositioning myself, I
