Alexander’s POV

~Several minutes ago~

Mr. Rose excused himself to answer an urgent call. Christian left as usual—the last child; never having to bear the brunt of obligations and demands, leaving just me, my brother-in-law, and my father at the table.

The table’s been cleared, but we each have mini fresh fruit tarts before us for dessert. Waiting for my father to speak, I stare at mine, counting blueberries and strawberry slices, certain it would taste like gravel if I attempt to ...