It spoke to Padma's sometimes glaring ignorance of social exchanges that she should come slowly to the realization that she, too, was being invited to join Theodore's small Parisian party. Her friends were, she felt, many, but numbered among them but few with whom she was intimate. The opportunities for strengthening her friendship with Morag and perhaps finding a spirit kindred in Theodore or the less vitriolic among his house could not be denied, however daunting.
And Paris! She would selfishly claim such a chance for herself.
"Yours or mine?" Padma finally answered candidly, though a sincere interest followed on the heels of the statement. "I would be indebted to you, and do hope you receive fair news when you are home for the holidays."
She frowned, suddenly, thinking of her own holidays, of her family and then quickly of Theodore's family. Would her father judge where she had endeavored not to?