Adelaide

“Why must she come here?” I asked as I secured my hair in a French twist. Usually I was completely ready for dinner by the time Alton joined me. Tonight was different. Instead of being down in the parlor or in his study as he usually was when he came home from the office, he was in our suite, briefing me on our upcoming dinner from hell.

“Because, Laide, it’s part of the illusion,” Alton answered with a tone that suggested I was asking something ...