Fiona
I opened my mouth, unsure how to answer the question.
My husband despised my father, which was evident during the wedding with Baron. I didn't know the extent of their history, and although my father was a scoundrel, he had still raised me for over twenty years, so I couldn't ignore his death.
Alexander seemed to have anticipated my silence, and he didn't appear to expect an answer from me.
"Get some rest earlier," he said, "my stepmother will seize any opportunity, and she won't give up easily."
Three days later, when leaving the Imperial Hall, Scarlet approached grey eyes as cold as ice, chin tipped high, with a sinister smirk curled in the corner of her thin mouth. I looked around, and all the others were meandering to their next class. My phone vibrated in my pocket
