Chapter 57: Sisters and Guests (A)

I walked home quietly.

Christopher had offered to walk me home but Miss Jones - or was it Blair? - had given me the meanest look ever, so I turned him down flatly and walked home alone.

Luckily for me, it was still the early hours of the evening and since it was winter, hardly you'd encounter the wrong people.

I was upset.

I didn't know why, but I just felt bad. Maybe it was because the night didn't go along as I planned at all. I couldn't tell if I was upset with Lance for thinking less of women or I was upset because Christopher kissed Blair's hand and not mine. Why? Because I was not a proper lady? Or because I wasn't good enough to be his bride.

Oh Alexa! What was wrong with me? I couldn't get married and I knew that. I've had too much free thinking for one night, it was time to get back to reality.

I walked home, humming my mother's lullaby for me. Yes, I still had to find her and start up my salon. So what if Lance didn't think I could do it? I had to prove him wrong.

I had just