Macey set the kettle on the stove to boil. The villa was filled with Bach’s Minuet in G. She glanced into the living room to see Aria quietly coloring while her brother played. This was a common activity for both. The scene was so relaxing and familiar she was almost able to forget the tension of the night before.
Macey knew returning was not going to be easy and she still wasn’t certain how she was going to face Julius. She didn’t know if she should count herself lucky she didn’t see him at the party or not. On one hand, it gave her more time, but on the other, sometimes it was better to get unpleasant tasks over with and be done.
Not surprisingly, Augustus monopolized their time as soon as he saw them. His evident delight in spending time with his grandchildren warmed her hear
