I turned my head like a sunflower blooming in my cute heart.
There he was.
The man himself.
The handsome Archmage, Lucien.
If this world were a stage, he'd be the lighting + fog effects + mysterious soundtrack all in one package. Standing there nonchalantly, his aura screamed, "I could destroy this kingdom while sipping tea, but I'm just feeling lazy."
And me?
I suddenly felt like a tiny cupcake placed in front of a hungry dragon.
"Lady Liliane," he spoke, his voice smooth like poison wrapped in honey, "what are you doing… all alone with the Duke?"
My heart did a somersault.
Not out of fear.
But because our Cupid Mission Pyong-Pyong is a top-secret, ultra-premium, limited-edition national treasure of the highest order.
I glanced at Duke Tristan.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
We both looked at destiny.
Destiny looked back while eating popcorn.
