The dinner table was long, polished white, and covered with soft candlelight.
It was past 6 PM, and the rain was still pouring relentlessly. Though the dining hall didn't have any windows.
Ezra sat at the head. Leon to her front. Alice sat next to him, facing Ezra, with Veronica leaning on her chair at the far end of the table like a boss.
Her eyes swept across her little brother and then Alice.
'What a wonderful day it is…' she thought.
Her servants moved quietly, setting dishes on the table.
No one spoke at first.
Alice, seated in front of her, didn't meet Ezra's gaze. She looked at her plate as the maids decorated her plate and poured her some wine.
Ezra lifted her glass and glanced at her once.
"I didn't know Lady Nightson was so close to my son," Ezra said again, calm and clear. "You're not exactly known for… good company, you know."
From her tone, it was clear that she was drunk.
Veronica lowered her cup, the corner of her mouth twitching.
