The worst part out of all of this was that you couldn’t ask the dead questions to find out the truth, I thought to myself, as Reiner escorted me to my bedroom. It was close to dinner time and today Lucien was home. Well, it’s not like I can keep avoiding him forever. I didn’t even bother to change for dinner.

I sat down at the dinner table wearing the same long black dress that I wore to visit my mother’s grave. I apologized silently to the chef and all the kitchen staffs in my head. I’m sure they did a wonderful job crafting all the dishes that made part...