The tension at dinner had long dissolved into hushed conversations and swirling glasses of wine.

Since Margaret and Raina broke the news, the dinner practically called it self off.

Mr. Kingston returned back to his study to ponder to himself.

For him, he wasn't even sure what to feel right now.

Grief, disappointment, anger, guilt or nothing…

Now, in one of the smaller lounges away from the main hall, Tris and Elise sat curled on the leather sofas, the flickering fireplace casting shadows across their faces. A bottle of red wine sat open on the table, half-finished.

Tris poured herself another glass, a smirk playing at the corners of her...