Diederich hated the abhorable silence, but he would not give her the satisfaction of starting conversation, no he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing that this dinner was boring him beyond anything he could imagine. He let out a hum about her not being surprised that he was more likely to have canine companions than feline. The only feline he tolerated was Viktor who was more dog than cat.
“And I take it that you are more a cat person.” He let out a soft scoff. “No surprise there, either.”
“Why, yes, I do have a cat,” Dahlia conceded with a slight nod. “Although not quite by choice. Several months ago, someone had abandoned a kitten on my doorstep and it would have been heartless to just leave it there.”
She paused, biting her tongue. Surely, nobody cared to hear her chattering about Portia, least of all that man she was stuck with for the evening.
The lady looked away, distractedly toying with her necklace. “I... I grew quite fond of that cat.”