"Say what now?" I asked with wide eyes.
"You heard me very clearly, Mrs. King. This is a serious matter, and it puts a stain on our—"
I gasped thickly, hands slapping to my mouth—holy… shit.
My little Esme did that?
I laughed, the sound coming off me before I could stop it.
"Mrs. King, this is a serious matter! There is no room for amusement. Which part of this is funny to you?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do except…" I snorted. "Sorry!"
Mrs. Hill was in disbelief before her teeth ground hard. Oops!
"Mrs. King… I don't think you understand the gravity of what your daughter has done—"
"Oh yes, I do," I cut her off.
"I beg your finest pardon?"
"I know my daughter, Mrs. Hill…"
"Is that so? This unruly behaviour is—"
"I know she would have acted on impulse if someone had provoked her."
Mrs. Hill's mouth hung open before she kept it shut.
"So tell me what happened exactly, the whole thing. I think that was the first thing we should have brought to the table."
