Chapter 45
“Do you think we were too harsh?”
I look up from where I’m braiding my hair and look over to my husband who is already in bed with a book in hand. “Over what?”
Merlot frowns before he lowers the book he was reading and the pair of reading glasses he often uses instead of the monocle.
“The subject of the Summer Night Festival.”
Oh right, the subject Ann brought up during lunch.
“I understand that she must have been curious about the festival… considering she may never have gone to one in her life, but the streets of the night are too dangerous! Who knows what could happen to her there!”
His eyes look nearly bloodshot at the thought of something possibly happening to our daughter.