Her godmother. He’d suspected as much but didn’t want to presume anything in the chance that he was wrong. But that perhaps explained why she might be under the care of someone else who was not her parents. Faustus looked to the couple who had taken a brief pause from their chatter to indulge in their tea. Perhaps sensing a pause in the conversation, Mrs. Bagshot’s gaze slid to Faustus and he smiled kindly at her before directing his attention back to Miss Skovgaard again. This next question…he wondered if it would be too impertinent to ask. Miss Skovgaard barely knew him after all, and he could easily have miscalculated their last few seconds together before the tea arrived. But…“And your parents?”
It was a quietly worded question, one that he hoped to convey absolutely no obligation to answer. Indeed, after the words had left his mouth he inwardly winced, and he watched her carefully for her reaction.
It was a quietly worded question, one that he hoped to convey absolutely no obligation to answer. Indeed, after the words had left his mouth he inwardly winced, and he watched her carefully for her reaction.