Angelo was... well, it would be polite to call it 'cranky'. He was of course immensely proud of Charlotte for wanting to do something like this, but did she have to do it there? A school with its own cemetery? (Okay, maybe that wasn't entirely fair. There were at least a handful of other institutions in the world with burial plots for honored alumni, but that was hardly the same thing!) He'd resolved not to let this cause a rift between them and continue being supportive. He was thankful that he'd been appointed her personal transport for going to and from the school, even if he couldn't stay with her the entire time she was there.
As it stood, he'd channeled his frustrations into, as usual, baking. Pear and marmalade muffins, apple cider popovers, cinnamon raisin bread, and crepes with fresh strawberries.
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