Chapter 89

Cordelia awoke to the familiar hustle and bustle of the household staff moving briskly through the corridors. The silverware was being polished and the fine china clinked softly as it was prepared for the evening’s dinner party

As Lorna laid out a hearty breakfast of pancakes and bacon, Rachel, with her usual sour tone, chimed in, “With all the fuss in the house for tonight, do you really need to fuss over Cordelia and her boyfriend with a full breakfast? Can’t you just whip up something quick?”

Lorna ignored her, carefully arranging the breakfast on a tray and handing it to Cordelia.

The family was busy trying to curry favor with the Smith family to secure an introduction to Calvert, which meant Rachel, usually sullen and withdrawn, held her head a bit higher today with a hint of smugness in her

stance.

Taking the breakfast from Lorna, Cordelia was about to retort to Rachel when Lorna tugged at her arm. “Come on, Lia, let’s get you to school.”

Once they

were outside, Lorna spoke up. “Don’t bother arguing with her. Laurinda will just have more nasty things to say. Let Rachel have her moment. It’s not like it’ll make a difference to us.”

Cordelia pondered for a moment before realization dawned on her. “Yeah, she might as well be a dog barking.”

Lorna paused, initially perplexed, but then she burst into laughter, proud to see her daughter develop a sense of humor.

As Cordelia climbed into the car, Lorna stood watching the vehicle pull away, feeling a shift within herself. In the past, Laurinda’s occasional jibes would find her desperate for Cordelia, touched by sadness. But Cordelia’s return brought a new attitude. Her carefree disposition affected Lorna. At nearly fifty, Lorna was learning to let go, all thanks to Cordelia. What did others‘ opinions matter to her?

Oblivious to these thoughts, Cordelia pulled out her book during the half–hour car ride to school, utilizing the Journey to absorb some knowledge.

she tackled specialized math terminology. Knowing that many resources were in foreign languages,

pulled up to Midnight Scent, she had soaked up

her pocket, grabbed her backpack and breakfast, and stepped

Calvert took the

at the book’s title. The cover was of a serene and muted color that seemed to

couldn’t help but steal glances at Everard. Why was he reading The Bible?

had never seen

Everard and Little Fang make a living? And with Everard’s apparent lack of wealth, how could he

man shrouded in mystery. That was

Everard had finished eating and was gazing

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softly, leaned in over the small table, and closed the gap to mere

a bite of muffin in her mouth, Cordelia watched

it. But before she could react,

was warm, calloused, slightly rough against her skin, sending a shiver

pulled back, showing her the crumb

lingered on her lips, spreading to her

infatuation, “I can hardly believe I’m talking to my idol.

processing the morning’s encounter with Everard, hesitated before answering, “I don’t think he’s

upset anymore.”

in relief. “Bland said he’d hate for a movie

added, “It’s weird though, Bland seems really concerned about your boyfriend’s feelings. Shouldn’t he be

to chat about with me. My mind goes blank whenever

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