Breakfast is quiet except for the sound of utensils clanging against each other. My father glares at my siblings—Julie and May—as if scolding them to be more aware of their table etiquette. I wonder why the twins are being like this. The last time I ate with them, they were prim and proper as what a lady should be, despite being young.
My father shifts his attention to me and asks, "So will you tell us now where you've been in the past week, my wayward daughter?"
"On the outskirts, Father. I am checking to see if I can buy a house."
"Is that why you are going to hold a party and put up all your jewelry for auction?"
I sense Calais shifts his attention to me as if what my father said is a strange thing. Well, it is strange. Lyrica likes her shiny things. It's one of the reasons she doesn't like Calais, but is enamored with the prince. Calais is not financially capable of answering all her expensive whims.
