Chapter Twenty-Five
~April 14~
The following morning, the girls were woken by their aunt glaring down at them in their bed.
“Aunt Claire!” Bee said, sitting up. She nudged her sister.
“What?” Bel whined.
“Aunt Claire is here, and I believe she would like a word,” Bee said, not taking her eyes from their aunt.
“Indeed, I would,” the lady said without cracking a smile or softening her voice in any way.
Bel sat up, suddenly awake. “Good morning, Aunt,” she said, blinking.
“It is not a good morning, I’m sorry to say. And it’s not going to be a good day, nor a good week.”
“What’s happened?” Bel asked.
“What has happened is that your little antics last night were noticed. They were noticed by at least three people and quite likely many more,” their aunt said, putting her hands on her h
