Chapter 27 Talon's Appearance

　　Caitlyn's POV

　　"Caitlyn, are you waiting someone else?" My father asked deliberately as he looked at me, lost in thought.

　　"No, I'm probably just a little tired." I barely managed to muster a smile and nodded toward my father.

　　The situation was just as I had suspected—how could someone as high and mighty as Talon lower himself to come and apologize?

　　"I was so foolish," I thought to myself, then shook my head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

　　"Caitlyn, maybe he really has something to deal with?" Leona pursed her lips in concern, though she seemed unconvinced herself.

　　"Hmm," I nodded softly, then glanced at the turkey on the table in disbelief.

　　This Christmas Eve had been rather dull and uneventful, and I realized that I was the root of the problem.