She’d just sat down in one of the two chairs when she heard a loud male voice ring out making her jump. “Where is my new sister…she can’t eat in the dark; serve us in the formal dining room and set the table for three…I’ve told my brother…the fool isn’t going to eat in the dark with his bride. If he refuses to join us His Lordship can eat on the roof. I’m sure her Ladyship would like to see what she’s eating, I know I would.” A shadowy slim figure of a man stopped in the door way. “There’s a well lit dining room a few minutes away if you’ll follow me.”
“Who are you?”
“Luke Latham; one of your new brothers…”
“He has brothers?”
“Three; I’m the youngest and your favourite.”
“Why?”
“Because the other two couldn’t be bothered to attend your wedding; just blow out the candle.” She obeyed and followed after the disappearing man.
