Beatrice took a slow sip of her wine before responding.
“Camilla has always been like this, but she is excellent at her labor, which is why you keep her around.”
I squeezed the neck of the glass bottle tightly in my hands, but I forced myself to keep smiling.
Then one of her wealthy friends leaned forward and asked a sudden question.
“¿Y dónde está Lucas hoy? No lo he visto en mucho tiempo”.
Beatrice se inclinó cerca de ellos con una mirada ansiosa, como si estuviera a punto de compartir los jugosos chismes del año.
“Mi hijo lo está haciendo mejor que nunca, e incluso tiene una joven encantadora en el lado que lo adora”.
The entire table fell completely silent, and I froze behind her chair.
Beatrice burst into a loud laugh at their shocked expressions.
“Oh, do not make those faces, because Camilla is never home anyway since she lives in this kitchen, and besides, Lucas knows how to enjoy his life.”