Chapter 179 – A Job For My Husband

• My father leads me to a little sitting room just off the dining room, built for little chats like this. We settle on a sofa where we can still see most of the action at the party, and where, indeed, I have a direct view of Tristin, who glares daggers at me while she holds my baby sister on her lap. Romulus leans across her, stealing a piece of chocolate from her plate, about which she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.
• She’s too busy hating me.
• I grimace a little, but turn my attention to my father, who focuses on me.