I watched Melisande's face crumple as Corinne stormed out. The poor girl stood frozen, tears welling in her eyes. Part of me wanted to pretend I hadn't overheard their argument, but something in her expression—that lost, wounded look—pulled at me.
"Melisande," I called softly, approaching her. "Are you alright?"
She startled, hastily wiping her eyes. "You heard everything, didn't you?"
I nodded. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop."
"It's fine," she said, though her trembling voice betrayed her. "Corinne has always been... passionate about protecting our family."
"At your expense, it seems," I observed.
Melisande sighed. "She means well. She just doesn't understand that I can love Mother while still wanting something different for my life." She glanced toward the door. "I should go. She'll be even angrier if I make them wait."
"Let her cool down first," I suggested. "Perhaps we could sit for a moment?"
