Young Master Lucien’s Bride
But it was easier than looking back up and confirming that yes, he was still watching me, and yes, my heart was still doing whatever chaotic thing it was doing.
Except it wasn't just that, was it. Sitting there in the candlelight, it hit me — actually hit me — that I didn't just tolerate Lucien Knight anymore. I wasn't gritting my teeth through this arrangement, counting days until my mom got better so I could disappear. I cared about him. Genuinely. Terrifyingly.
After dinner, Vivienne slipped off to her wing, and I grabbed the dessert plates before Arthur could stop me.
"Mrs. Knight, please, the night staff will—"