"Albus, let my mother know that Kate has arrived. Tell her she's gone for a stroll in the garden," Gabriel instructed. Once Albus departed, Gabriel's attention shifted back to Sage with a sharper tone.
"Are you treating her well?" Gabriel asked, his eyes fixed on him.
Sage set the glass of water on the table with a soft clink. "Why don't you ask her yourself?" he replied.
"Kate isn't interested in you. Yet you came with your father, given a month to win her heart. What's really on your mind, Sage? Don't tell me your father insists on this marriage at all costs," Gabriel said, the frown etched deeper into his forehead.
Sage leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Didn't you speak with your father about it?"
"Not really," Gabriel admitted. His tone grew firmer. "What I want to know is your intentions. Do you even like her? Because from where I stand, Katelyn doesn't look happy around you. I may not share many words with her, but I can read her eyes."
