Garden of Starlight

IX

I was wrong. Unfortunately. 

Only a mere two days later did Anne tell me the Lord requested my presence at dinner. 

I still had no idea what I did wrong. I remembered all my manners well. I was not rude, at least not to my knowledge. Perhaps, the Sinclair residence followed different rules than the Abbott's. 

Surely, if the Lord was so quick to get angry at the fact that I didn't know his rules, that meant that I was supposed to already know those rules, or at least learn them on my own. 

I didn't have the time to do that before dinner. 

I didn't suppose he'd offer me anymore leniency for my ignorance. 

I suppose being told to leave the room was enough of a warning. 

I remembered the directions to the dining hall. After all, it was the only place besides my bedroom that I had stepped foot in. 

The door felt even heavier than it did last time. 

Lord Sinclair was already seated.