"Annalise!" Horace immediately said in distaste, but it wasn't before Amelia shot Annalise a scathing look. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Dad, Emmeline has always been on your left," Annalise argued, and as she spoke, she reached down, ready to pry Amelia off the chair if she didn't move. "I am just making sure that the newcomers are aware of the lessons you've drilled into us from day one."
Before Annalise could even touch Amelia, her hand was swatted off by Horace's walking stick. He glared sternly at Annalise just as Matteo placed a hand on Amelia's, glowering in the same manner. With both men staring her down, Annalise felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand.
However, she had no choice but to stand her ground. Her daughter… her poor daughter…
