Jemima cautiously stepped out, scanning her surroundings before whispering, “Adelaide, where’s Morwenna?”
They had all changed into their evening attire quite a while ago, yet Morwenna was nowhere in sight.
Adelaide just shook her head, secretly wishing Morwenna would just disappear.
Stuart was truly infuriated.
Perched on a bar stool across the room, he sipped his whiskey slowly with an aura of danger emanating from him that made everyone too nervous to approach, including Adelaide.
As they spoke, a group of girls drifted towards them.
The Gallagher family didn’t belong at this private event, but thanks to Stuart, Adelaide was somewhat of a central figure.
“Adelaide and Jemima, what are you two chatting about?”
“We’re planning a trip to Windcharm Villas tomorrow. Adelaide, why don’t you talk to Mr. Hetfield? He always listens to you.”
Adelaide stopped her wandering thoughts and smiled politely, “Sure, I’ll speak with Stuart. But you’ll need to bring your drinks, let’s not raid Stuart’s liquor cabinet.”
“Oh, Adelaide, already playing the thrifty wife, huh? Got it, we’ll bring our own.”
“Stop teasing. Stuart wouldn’t be pleased to hear that.”
“Come on Adelaide. Don’t be shy. It's practically settled then. We’ll all head to Windcharm Villas tomorrow.”
It was as if Adelaide’s word was Stuart’s command, as if she was already co-owner of Windcharm Villas.
Adelaide relished that feeling.
It was just a party, after all. She agreed, and Stuart wouldn’t mind.
After chatting for a while with the younger crowd, they moved towards the elders.
That was when they saw Morwenna.
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