The corner of Thomas Shannon's mouth curled up, and he switched to holding her soft, tiny hand. "Is this better?"
Sophie Sullivan couldn't believe her own ears. Could this gentle voice really be Thomas Shannon's?
Minimus Hart's body stiffened. His heart felt as if it had been slashed open, fresh blood spilling from the wound.
Sophie nodded lightly. "Yes."
The palace vintage luxurious restaurant featured a long dining table, large enough to accommodate thirty people dining together. It was laden with an array of exquisite dishes.
Servants and maids stood in two rows, heads bowed, on either side of the dining table, ready to serve.
Thomas Shannon sat in the first position, and Sophie sat beside him.
A servant handed Sophie a hot towel, and a maid instantly and respectfully offered Thomas Shannon a hot towel to clean his hands.
After wiping her hands, Sophie picked up her soup, blew on it gently, and then took small sips.
