I cock my head, curious about that.
“Daniel,” Kent says, his voice even but unfriendly. “Don’t you have class to attend?”
Daniel just crosses his arms, glaring at his dad and not responding. But Kent doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he turns to me.
“Fay, I’d like you to go to lunch today at your father’s house.”
“Really?” I ask, my eyebrows raising.
Kent nods. “Yes, I need you to feel out the situation. Word has gotten out about the end to your engagement to Daniel,” he continues, looking briefly at Daniel to include him in the conversation, “and that you’ve been spending time with Ivan. I’d like you to see how your father feels about this change. And report it back to me.”
I nod, agreeing but hesitant.
“What,” Kent demands, his words clipped. “You don’t want to do it?”
“Oh,” I say, surprised. “Um, no, I’ll do it…it’s just…one of the less pleasant tasks that I’ve been assigned.”
Kent does an almost double take at these words, looking suddenly into my eyes with surprise on his face. I cock my head to see it – I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Kent truly surprised before. But then I consider the meaning of my last words and realize that, of course, our encounter on the third floor last night was an assignment of sorts. And that I’ve just implied that lunch with my dad will be worse…
I blush, and curse myself again for my stupid tendency to do that all the time. Not only do I look like an idiot, blushing all the time, I also wear my emotions right on my sleeve.
“No,” I blurt out, shaking my head and looking down at my breakfast, “I mean, it’s fine. I’ll do it. It won’t be so bad.”
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