~Alistair~

“I’ll just have a word with you, Alistair, then I’d be on my way,” Aunt Mary said.

I rolled my eyes, fiddling with my pen.

“What you did today was wrong and totally unacceptable, and I’d advise you to go to that sweet charming girl, and apologise to her for what you did to her,” Aunt Mary said.

I scoffed. “Why should I apologise for painting her as the traitor that she is?” I asked.

“Even if she did betray you, you had no right whatsoever to ridicule her publicly. I doubt she’d ever be able to raise her head in public again,” Uncle Donaldson, the man who had...