I wouldn't wish to be there. Only if I could go anywhere but in their dining hall, I would. But both Mr. and Mrs. De Gaisano welcomed me for dinner. It was out of their kindness, and formality perhaps and I didn't want to be rude at the offer. Maria Eleanora Tirso Larrañaga warned me not to be there but what should I do?
Nothing. Just wished that she wasn't serious about it and still joined them at the table.
Her sharp eyes were on me. A mirror of disbelief. Harold De Gaisano stood from his seat and circled the table to pull a chair across from his seat, lifting a hand at the maid who was about to do it for me.
Maisie De Gaisano cleared her throat at the growing silence. She smiled at the maids lined up on the corner. "Can you please call the Señorito?"
The head maid entered the room
