“We don’t know who did any of the nominations; we only know who we voted for. Only Elenore knows who voted for everyone. She holds this whole thing in her fist,” Elizabeth said, exasperated. She stood up and looked at Beatrice. “I will see you later. I’m tired of these people. I can certainly say that any additional input from me on the situation regarding these nominees will only be of the negative sort.”
Beatrice, who had been halfway through a bite, slowly chewed on the food, covering her mouth, trying not to be noticed. Elizabeth left the room, her plate of half-eaten food left behind, her glass of wine taken with her.
George met eyes with Tony and mouthed, “Talk later.” There was concern etched into his face.
Whatever Richard was feeling, he had clamped down enough on his emotions that he was hard to read. His shoulders were stiff, and he ate his food slowly. He was looking at Millicent. If his expression was one of concern or sadness, it was impossible for her to discern which. He swallowed his bite of food and said, “From her information packet, this is not the first tragedy in her life.”
Jeanne made a slightly disgusted face when Sam mentioned that he might be playing a duet with someone on the violin. “If that is Gabrielle you plan on playing with, you’ll want to reconsider. She hadn’t touched her violin in months.” She huffed, seemingly irritated at the very mention of her cousin.
“I would love to meet up with you later. I don’t care if it is boring. There are a few spots. There is the basement, attic, and some old wine storage that might be interesting. The stairs might be a hot spot. My great-grandfather died there, too. Kind of eerie, actually. He fell down the stairs just like Renee. That was years ago.”
Ralph
Location: Château de La Lune
Skills: N/A
“I’m sorry. I didn’t notice anyone else. I was very busy.” She shifted, looking a little uncomfortable.
“It is alright, we know this is not the job you thought you were being hired for. We will keep your secret,” Felix said, patting her shoulder lightly. “You have borne up well under the pressure.”
“Do you have the original sitting chart?” Ralph asked. If they could figure out what all changes were made, maybe that’d give them an idea of who might have done the changing.
“Ah, I do still have that.” Juliane smiled and reached into her pocket, from within she pulled out a small folder. On one side was a notepad with writing, in what Ralph assumed was Juliane’s hand, in French. The other side was a pocket with a few folded documents. He recognized one as Juliane flipped through them as the itinerary, and there was also a map. She removed a document in a slightly fancier hand that might be Elenore’s. This paper had a diagram of the table. She handed it over to Rhi and Ralph.
