The Prime Minister had left the table, while Lorelei and Alistair were still there.
Alistair was staring at the empty plate with a gloomy expression, while Lorelei would bite her nails if only it wasn't unrefined and inelegant.
May was silent, enjoying the last few sips of her coffee. It was already cold, but she didn't want to waste any gram of it.
«Dad, I think it's May's fault,» Lorelei said, at some point.
«Don't say unnecessary things, Lorelei. How can it be her fault?» Alistair sighed. His father's words, about her being spoiled, were still echoing in his mind.
«It happened soon after I pushed her into the pool. How can it not be her fault?»
«You did what? You pushed your cousin in the pool?» he exclaimed. «Apologise! Now!»
«I don't want to,» she pouted. «She earned it.»
May observed the show with her poker face. They didn't even wait for her to leave - it would have been a minute at most - before revealing their true faces and making fools of themselves.
