#Chapter376
I jump to my feet, ready to face the music with some Dutch courage running through my veins and stroll to Sophie’s room to get her another dress. That way I can at least let her loose from Tasha’s vice like grip, if she is washing the wine out, and send her off to her own room to declaw herself. I can almost imagine she will be spitting teeth right now, seeing as Tasha has the knack for grinding her nerves effortlessly.
I find one of her dresses already hanging on the wardrobe door from her unpacking earlier, similar to the one she had on and walk back down the to my own door. Unsteady on my legs as the wine goes straight to my head from lack of getting to eat dinner, open it cautiously and strain to listen for sounds of violence. With Sophs, you can never tell.
