“Welcome,” Edward greeted, false politeness oozing out of him. “It’s so good to see you all again.
Isobel held back her sigh, so tired of her father’s façade. Beside her, Charles pursed his lips, most likely thinking the same thing.
“Thank you, King Edward,” the oldest man of the small party of guests replied graciously.
“We were uncertain about attending tonight given what happened to our neighbors last night but I’m glad that we didn’t let their disappearance interfere with our plans,” the woman at his side tutted as her gaze roamed appreciatively over the ballroom.
Isobel stiffened, the word ‘disappearance’ making her pulse speed up and her palms sweat. “What happened?” she asked, belatedly realizing how sharp her voice was. “If you don’t mind me asking,” she added quickly to of
