I must be insane to be witnessing such a ludicrous scene. My husband, Allyn Hall, arm in arm with my sister, Zara Brown—no, I should call her Zara Whitmore—while I, on the arm of my husband's uncle, Franklin Hall, met them at the entrance of the Hall Estate.
The air was thick with silence, yet I distinctly heard the collective gasp of the crowd, the imaginary shattering of camera lenses, and the sharp, explosive ringing in my own ears.
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Franklin, this lunatic! Of all the places in the world, why did he bring me here?
And I'm a lunatic too! Why did I agree to Franklin's invitation just to spite Amelie?
"Luzie, how could you be staying here?" That day, at Franklin's villa, Amelie's eyes widened in disapproval the moment I got into the car. Her lecture began immediately.
