"I am not who I thought to be…" Anna slurred, slumping back into her seat so dramatically that the chair let out a pathetic screech in protest. She sniffed loudly, then, as if remembering her role, wiped away tears that were only half real before reaching for the glass on the table.
"I know," a voice cut in.
Anna squinted, her vision swimming, until Kathrine's face came into focus. Kathrine was leaning closer, eyes narrowed, expression far too serious for the amount of alcohol they had consumed.
"I know you are not my sister," Kathrine said slowly, as if the words themselves needed to sober up before leaving her mouth. "But that doesn't change the fact that you are a Bennett now. Father accepted you as his daughter before the world."
She leaned back, nearly missing her chair and catching herself at the last second.
