He braced himself as he watched her walk towards his direction.
Was she coming towards him or she was going into the manor?
His question remained unanswered as Garelle and her mother flanked him on each side, each confessing a grief they all knew burned only on the surface.
Once every few minutes, Lady Plumette would dab at her eyes to keep up the appearance. Each woman linked her arm in his and pulled him towards the house.
"I know this is hardly the right place… or time, but since it is very hard to speak with you, I wanted to bring up the topic of your engagement with my daughter." Lady Plumette began.
He felt Garelle, who clung to his left arm, stiffen.
"Mother!" She chided.
"What?" Lady Plumette leaned over him to glare at her daughter as they entered the house.
He hated to be in the middle of their argument, but he couldn't just pull his arms out of their grasps and bid them a good night, could he?
