That night
Christabel had just returned from the hospital and washed up. Now she stood in a flowy white dress outside of Maxson’s study. This is her second night in his house and she still felt a little uncomfortable so she isn’t wearing anything inappropriate and still watching her manners. It was a bit late but she just couldn’t wait any longer. She hesitated a long time before finally knocking on his door.
“Come in,” his deep, steady voice came from behind the door.
“Maxson, it’s Christabel. I would like to discuss something with you,” Christabel said as she walked into the dark room, illuminated only by a small table lamp.
Maxson can be seen pouring over a document. He gestured to Christabel to sit down while still engrossed in the document. Christabel knows this posture very well
