Plans In Motion

Later that day, Katherine had insisted that Michael have dinner with her when he came back and that he did.

At around seven o'clock, Michael had already changed into comfortable clothing and joined his grandmother at the dinning table that was packed with all sorts of food.

"How was work today?" Katherine asked, starting off the conversation small. Michael nodded.

"Busy as usual." He took a sip from the wine the maids had poured him, grimacing at the taste.

"Martins wine," Katherine disclosed the name of the wine that Michael found far to rough for his mouth.

"You don't like it?"

"Not at all." Shifting said wine aside, he ordered the maid to bring in another one that didn't taste like Russia.

"So, how are you feeling?" He asked.

"Good," Cake Katherine's response as she stuck a fork of steak into her mouth. After she had finished chewing, she added.