Chapter 137. The Separation

Proserpina

I stared at Sophie in astonishment.

She had an intense look on her face, a strained look.

I did not know how to react.

Was I supposed to be angry? Or did I laugh out loud?

I chose the second option.

I laughed.

She stared at me, baffled as I laughed.

Her face turned pink, the freckles standing out prominently. Indignation warred with embarrassment on her face.

Beatrice hurried in, looking anxious. She came to stand me beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder, protectively. She was not too fond of Sophie.

“What is it, ‘she asked gently, but her eyes were trained on Sophie, angry and protective.

I smiled up at her reassuringly, shaking my head.

”She just made me laugh, Bea’ I dimpled, squeezing the older woman’s hand fondly.

Sophie rose and left the table, with vivid red spots on her cheeks.

I sighed.

I missed Grace sorely. She had been there, a bulwark, someon