Chapter 90
Father sighs, irritated. “I don’t understand.” A door is opened. Music and chatter from the dance intrude on our silence until the door is mercifully closed again, and the party is no more than a dim murmur on the other side. Tears prick at my eyes. I swallow hard. “I am not asking you to understand, Papa. I’m asking for you to accept.” “Accept what?” Me. Accept me, Papa. “My decision to live my own life as I see fit.” It is so quiet that I suddenly wish I could take it back. Sorry, it was only a terrible joke. I should like a new dress, please. Father clears his throat. “That is not as easy as you make it sound.” “I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father—” “The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl.” He sounds bitter and sad. “Then if the world will n
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