Chapter 74 My End

• Yes, my father didn't want to know about me that day. But Sunday “as a family” has not changed in any way.
• Although I knew he had been told I was sick, feverish, and delirious, he didn't bring it up, not even asking if I was better. Maybe he was disappointed that I was sitting at the table right now and not in a coffin. I smiled to myself... I was strong, very strong. Surviving 17 years at Stepjan Beaumont was not for everyone.
• I talked to Beatrice about getting ready for the ball, which was in less than three weeks. She hired a decor team from someone she knew and excitedly assured me that everything would be perfect. Little did she know that there was no way she could be perfect, as I didn't want to meet my future husband.