Scar
I wasn't naïve. Therefore I didn't believe him for a second. Ambrose was not a man who handed out acceptance so easily. There was something in it for him, whether his wife made him say or whether that was something else. There was a possibility that he was doing it to test me or simply to get under my skin.
It's simple, men like us don't agree to something as easily as he has with giving his daughter away to the man he hated most in this world. The more I stood there and thought about his response, the angrier I got. Constance was so oblivious to what was going on that it made me not want to upset her. I just sat there and stared at Ambrose, letting him silently know that I knew he was up to something.
Constance and her mother started chatting quickly while Ambrose pulled me to the
