She had chosen every word of that little introduction with the same care she’d chosen everything else that week. The true heart of this family.
Who we really are.
When we think no one is watching. Later, some of the guests would say they’d felt a chill even before the screen lit, that something in the calm of the quiet daughter-in-law at the microphone had not matched the sweetness of her words.
Odette knew exactly what they had felt.
It was the particular stillness of a person who is about to do something she has planned down to the second, and who is, for the first time in six years, completely unafraid of the room she is standing in.
She pressed play.
Chapter 12 — The Screen
The screen did not show childhood photographs.
It showed the formal living room of this very house.
It showed Lyra crossing it in something sheer.