"Look, just because I spoke to you, doesn't mean I've forgiven you," Avery says. "You can break everything in this house and throw as many tantrums as you want, but I'm not going to forgive you for shooting Charles. Please leave me alone now. Oh, and while you're at it, get this window fixed. I don't want to catch a chill—it'd be bad for the baby."
Within a few minutes, a servant leads a maintenance specialist into the room. The man carries large flat sheets of colored glass and a small but very sharp looking saw. He deeply frowns when he sees the damage.
"What a shame," he says. "This glass is incredibly special, and the window was a real work of art. I'll do my best to repair it, but it's a damn shame this ever happened in the first place.
"Oh yes, it was really beautiful," Avery says politely. The window was certainly beautiful, but she's not interested in having a conversation with this repairman.
