Re: Upstairs
Running a hand through his hair, Cyril looked down and smiled. "Partially, but I blame him more." For being so hard to satisfy, for being greedy, for not realising that Cyril had been giving all he could have given without compromising himself or the family.
"Alexander... Sharpe?" It was difficult to picture the brat's 'not-boyfriend' and this girl together, but then again, the art dealer didn't really know Alex that well. "I didn't know he was coming, but it makes sense... I suppose. I'll let him know you're here if I see him. For now, I have to take my leave, I'm afraid. It was nice meeting you, Wren."