I can barely sleep, haunted by the events earlier, suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere of Zaide’s mansion. The only solace is having Marguerite in my arms again.
Morning comes too soon, and I find myself in the dining area, Marguerite on a high chair. Zaide joins us, his demeanor infuriatingly casual, as if nothing had happened, as if this morning is just like any other.
I can barely look at him, my mind a tumult of resentment and despair.
Zaide speaks, but I refuse to respond, barely even registering his words. But my displeasure doesn’t stop with him being near me. The arrival of Orion only heightens my displeasure. He, too, acts as if everything is fine just the way it should be.
Zaide and Orion, along with Zaide's officials, begin discussing the upcoming wedding. They occasion
