Chapter 27 Talon's Appearance

　　Caitlyn's POV 　　"Caitlyn, are you waiting someone else?" My father asked deliberately as he looked at me, lost in thought. 　　"No, I'm probably just a little tired." I barely managed to muster a smile and nodded toward my father. 　　The situation was just as I had suspected—how could someone as high and mighty as Talon lower himself to come and apologize? 　　"I was so foolish," I thought to myself, then shook my head, feeling a bit embarrassed. 　　"Caitlyn, maybe he really has something to deal with?" Leona pursed her lips in concern, though she seemed unconvinced herself. 　　"Hmm," I nodded softly, then glanced at the turkey on the table in disbelief. 　　This Christmas Eve had been rather dull and uneventful, and I realized that I was the root of the problem. 　　In the past, on Christmas Eve, Leona and I would huddle together and savor a meal prepared by my father's hands. It wasn't as lively as other celebrations, but it was cozy. However, tonight was different; everyone sat together in