Despite the predictability of this mystery I was still endeared enough by the plot and dynamics of the cast of characters to continue on. Still, I have some qualms that I wish to air out. The first one is Hugh. Hugh, the handsome. Hugh, the smart. Hugh, the nonchalant. Hugh, the kind. Hugh, the always right. Hugh, the damn perfect, and everyone in the story seems to fall into line with that very notion. Joan makes it very clear that Hugh is HER main character, whose only flaw is being too cool. Maybe it is my bias for having a thing for flawed characters who crash and burn. Still, like the rest of the cast of the characters, I was charmed by Hugh, even if his recurrent descriptions of being handsome and effortlessly working a room caused many eye rolls from me.
Second, as I said earlier, the culprit is too obvious and disappointing. I kept hoping to myself that that Joan would fool us and let the reveal be more of a femme fetal moment in order to provide a misstep/flaw on Hugh's part and a rug pull for readers but nope. The mystery was solely the motive for me to find out. I also wished for more humanity for a certain female character whose depth could've been expanded upon due to a great tragedy happening to her. Instead, her being pretty and spoiled was all that the audience was left with, besides a little something something towards the end.
Despite my issues, I still had a good time with the book. Even knowing who did it in the who dun it, I was still intrigued on how it was all gonna end. Shout out to Alan for being a dope bi squire who is really a nice lad. Shout out Cedric Harding for matching Hugh's nonchalant freak for a hot minute, only for Wolf to backtrack because no one is supposed to be as cool as Hugh.