CELESTINE's P O V

‘‘Arnold, my favorite son-in-law!’’ He was greeted by Victor. ‘‘Why didn't you inform us that you're going to visit here today? I could have instructed the helpers to get additional food and cook it for you…’’

It came to my attention that my father took the initiative to speak while wearing a very animated expression on his face. It appeared as though he was unaware that I had been taken captive by his favorite daughter.

‘‘Where’s my sister?’’ I inquired, my sharp look cutting through him like a knife.

Jason, who had been helping me stand up straight, was replaced by Arnold, and he took my...