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The Glass House
"It was a lovely party," Bennett said, to break the ice. He would have preferred to get right to the point, but Brayden never responded well to that. Bennett would need to ease in – even if they were best friends.
"Alice seemed happy," he replied, as he turned from the window and approached the fireplace and seating area. He sat across from Bennett on an identical Chesterfield sofa and put his drink on the mahogany table between them.
"So did you," Bennett replied.
Brayden looked over at his friend. "Yes, well, there were one or two things I would have done differently."
Bennett raised an eyebrow. "I didn't see anything worth criticising."
"Were you looking hard enough?" Brayden asked.
"You tell me," Bennett replied, as he took Jon and Evelyn Fowler's place cards out of his inside blazer pocket and put them down on the table between them. "Would you have done that differently?" Bennett asked.
Brayden looked at the place cards, then up at his friend.
"I don't know who was behind it, but I certainly wouldn't thrash them. Not for something like this," Bennett added.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Brayden replied, stiffly.
"Do you intend to belt her for wanting to see you happy?"
"No, I intend to belt her for humiliating her father. Place cards do not get moved, and especially not by my child." He stood up. "You know how serious an offense that is."
"She never meant to humiliate you."
"Alice knew exactly what she was doing," Brayden refuted, his voice beginning to rise. He never yelled, but something inside of him felt as though it was about to snap. "In front of all my guests, making the decision for me that Anabelle would be viewed as the woman I'd chosen."
"Isn't she?" Bennett asked, as he stood up. "Isn't she the one you can't stop thinking about? Haven't you replayed that dance in your mind countless times already? I bet you know whether her mascara was black or brown."
"We will speak about this later," he said, pointing at Bennett. "If I find out Elisabeth had anything to do with it, she's getting spanked too," he added, before opening the study door.
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