Richard
"How is business?" he asked, and I felt the need to tell him about what happened with the Carsons, yet I opted to reserve that topic for later discussion.
"Not too bad," I replied casually as a maid approached with a glass of whiskey, which I accepted gratefully. Though hunger gnawed at me, I figured a few sips of whiskey could tide me over for a while.
"So, what's the deal with this Raven girl?" my father inquired, his question cutting through the air while my mother listened intently, confirming my suspicion that they had summoned me home for this very discussion.
"It is what it is," I said, and my father became annoyed.
"You need to stop this nonsense, Richard. You can't marry a girl with no pedigree. I get what Caitlyn did was wrong, but there are other women to choose fro
