16
“I’M SORRY about that,” Ellisandra said when they were back in the upstairs drawing room.
“Sorry about what?” Sariandra frowned at her. She seemed to come out of some kind of deep thought to say that. She had taken off her cloak and hung it over the spare chair, but hadn’t sat down yet.
“I only meant for you to come shopping. If I’d known that woman was going to go on a political rant, I wouldn’t have taken you.”
“I’m familiar with political rants.” It sounded a little prim.
Yes. Of course. She would be. Ellisandra hated to think what dinners would be like at Asitho Bisumar’s house.
“I’m sorry. Would you get in trouble if someone reported it to your father that you were there? Because I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” Moreover, she didn’t want to have to face Asitho Bisumar
