In the Kennedy home, Warren returned home in time for dinner. He went up to her mother's room, where she had to be waiting to be carried out while his father did the cooking.
Warren stood by the door, watching as his mother tended to her hair. She had always obsessed over her looks, and despite not leaving their home, his mother always tried to get dressed up.
Warren wondered if in his mother's little world, she still pretended to be the daughter of a baron. He knew she disliked the little life she had now. She had fallen far from grace, but it wasn't all her fault.
"Stop staring at me," Kate Kennedy said, noticing her son's presence in the mirror.
"You are too beautiful for me to look away. No one's beauty compares to yours. Since I inherited all my looks from you, I had many women approaching me at the ball yesterday. You should have seen it," Warren said as he entered the room.
