Unaware of her father’s marriage plans forming in his head, her attention returned to entertaining her sisters until they were called for dinner. She rose to her feet, brushed down her dress before making her way in. Smiling lightly at her little sister’s excitement. She could remember being like that, but instead of her father being the one to calm her, it had been her mother. It had always been her mother that could control her. Something her father could never do. With her father, it was always games of will power… Alex wondered if it would always be that way.
It was only more evident by the first course of pumpkin soup being placed in front of her. It was hardly up to her stepmothers’ standards, plus it being her favourite soup often meant the women never had it on the table anyway.
She had taken the first spoonful as the question was asked of her.
So, he was speaking to her again.
She shallowed before replying. "It was long but calm. I’m just glad to be home.”