By ten minutes past ten, the party in the Thornes' living room had come to a beautiful end, the kind that tarried softly in the air rather than collapsing into exhaustion.
The children were tucked into their beds. The staff had cleaned up efficiently and returned to their quarters. Florence had retired as well, needing the rest, while the others were settled into sofas in the living room, bodies angled toward the far wall, watching Spider as he set up the projector with the aid of Sandro.
Zane was still sitting on the lone sofa, his posture unchanged, his fingers twitchy, restless, still yearning for a glass of brandy that was no longer within reach.
"So, I set this up so we can see every live feed that I post, so that there won't be a crowd around me like there would be if I was just showing it on my laptop," Spider said easily, straightening after adjusting the projector's angle.
