Chapter six
“Would you like to have dinner with me, Melisande Bruno?”
I stared at him with wide eyes; I must have misunderstood him. He had ignored me for hours, and the rare times he spoke to me he had been unpleasant and cold.
At first I thought of refusing, outraged by his childlike and moody attitude, then curiosity got the best of me. Or maybe I was hoping to see his smile again; that lopsided, friendly and warm smile. However, whatever the reason, my answer was yes.
Mrs Mc Millian was so shocked by the novelty to be silent for as long as it took her to serve our dinner, stirring up our mutual amusement.
Mr Mc Laine was relaxed, and he no longer had that severe expression than I had learned to fear.
We sat quietly and began speaking only when the housekeeper left us alone.
“We
