Chapter 65. Dining with the Enemy

October turned to face Scarlett. "A boy? Seriously? You want to rebel that much?" She looked back toward the closet. "I can see you. Come outside." Simon wriggled his way outside and took a proper stance. When October examined him and saw that he was properly attired, she sighed. She was unable to even scream at her daughter.

"You couldn't hide properly?" Scarlett gave him a stern look.

"Your closet didn't contain me."

"He is joining us for dinner." After turning around, October walked up to the door.

"What? No."

October turned to face her. "Why not? He looks like a good boy."

"He won't be joining us for dinner. He is just leaving." As she spoke, she grit her teeth.

October turned to face Simon. "And what is your name?"

Simon cleared his throat. "Simon Martin."

"Would you like to join us for dinner, Simon?"

"Yes, ma'am, I would dearly love to." Scarlett jerked him, and shot him a lethal glare. "Thank you for in