NIRELLE

I walked down for dinner. I had gone to Lucien's room, but he was not there to open the door, and I did not want to barge in on him. As I walk to the door of the dining room, I hear Theo's voice, and I am glad to know he will be sitting with us for dinner; maybe the intense tension from earlier will be better.

"What do you want me to do?" Theo's voice carries worry, and I fear that something out of the ordinary has happened. "Should we tell her? I think it is best we..."

"We don't tell ...