"When will he be coming back?" I asked with a feigned concern. "Are you sure Dad wouldn't be angry?"
"No, he wouldn't." She smirked. "Besides, I'm here with you."
I scoffed quietly.
Knowing James Norton, I wasn't surprised by her response because even if he knew she might want to destroy me…he would do nothing but support her.
That had always been the case and sometimes I had wondered if he had ever felt an iota of familial bond for living with them for the twenty plus years.
"Alright. Let's go." I smirked.
With my approval, the waiter spurned on his heels and led the way, while we both followed behind.
With a slow steady step he led us down a softly lit hallway, the muffled hum of the main lounge faded behind us as we progressed.
After a few turns, he stopped at a polished wooden door and pushed it open with a courteous bow.
"Please, ladies, you make yourselves comfortable. Mr. Oswald will join you shortly."
