Chapter EighteenDinner was an equally joyous affair. Jack cooked a nut roast, with potatoes, vegetables and gravy and there was a lemon drizzle cake for dessert. By this time it was early evening and, although Kiera was happy sitting down to eat with Jack and her mother, at the back of her mind was what was due to take place after dinner.
At first, Isabelle seemed rather unsure of herself. It had probably been a long time since she’d sat down at a table and eaten with others. Her eyes darted from her plate to Kiera, who wondered if it would prove a bit much for her.
For all Kiera knew, she may have had someone to feed her at Hammett Hall Manor, so she didn’t know how to use a knife and fork. Or perhaps she didn’t like nut roast. Or potatoes. Or vegetables. But to Kiera’s relief, her mum
