“Your father seems to be content.” I said to Dorian as he met me for dinner and I saw Christina quickly pass by in her usual black robe headed for the tower.
“Yes, he seems interested in Christina. Perhaps her life and youth.”
I swallowed a small bit of bread and thought to let my growing concern about Christina and Cassius known to Dorian.
“Is he going to change her?”
“It is his decision to offer and hers to accept. You would not judge either for making the decision, would you?”
“No.”
I liked Christina. I wanted her to be happy. Who could be happy with this life they chose? I certainly, could not.
“You have been here for three months now Laura. May I ask?” Dorian took a sip of his wine intent to breach the same conversation as the night before.
I took a small bite of chicken
