Chapter 162 Under Arrest

• Agnes
• By the time we made it back downstairs, I’d managed to smooth down the remainder of the wrinkles in my skirt and quickly fix my hair. Thea was already chattering to Elijah about the tasty cakes she’d eaten while we were gone, even though he’d told her not to ruin her dinner.
• But right now, neither of us cared about too much cake. For all I cared, Thea could eat cake until she was sick. Tonight was a night of celebration.