*Zac*
The truth, however, is that I am deathly afraid I will burst out laughing if I allow myself to look at Freya. She will never forgive me for that, I know. There is something so comically adorable about her as she sits there on the couch, absolutely seething.
I sense that there is nothing that irritates her more than watching me appear in complete control of myself while her emotions are churning. I am not cruel; I just prefer to see her spitting mad than forlorn and guilt-ridden as she had been this afternoon. I brush an invisible piece of lint off of my waistcoat and steal a quick glance at Freya. I am not sure, but I believe I saw her take a deep breath and exhale it slowly.
I just can’t resist.
"I trust your stay at Westonbirt has been pleasurable thus far, Freya." I am surely
