"So, that must be my elusive fiancée," Lior mumbled, placing the language book down and picking up the cooled cup of tea.
Not long after that, a servant came to guide him to the dining room. He found the Duke and Duchess arriving there as well. They greeted him first and he returned it. His fiancée, Emma Rosset, was not with her parents. She wasn't there at all.
It was only after the three of them had sat down and the first course of food was brought that Emma came into the large, colorfully decorated dining room. She was wearing trousers that flared around the knees and that same white blouse with the low dipping neckline. Her hair now hung loose, wrapping around her shoulders like an obsidian waterfall in the mid-day sun. Hanging from her face was a white veil with black floral patterns.
But even with the veil she looked just as free as she did when she had been on her horse. Lior suddenly had the feeling that he needed to rethink how he was going to approach his fiancée.
