Blanche's POV
Vincent caught onto my shift in mood instantly.
He shot Dorian a meaningful look, silently nudging him to come comfort me.
Dorian picked up on it right away. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me.
"Blanche, let's make lunch," he said softly.
I looked up at Dorian, guilt flooding my eyes. "Dorian, let me apologize for Carry, okay?"
Dorian shook his head. "It's fine, Blanche. I'm used to it. People have called me that before. I never had a mom anyway."
His words cut straight through me. I pulled him close, running my fingers through his hair. "Dorian, you're such a good kid. Don't let their words get to you. Even without a mom, your dad adores you."
Dorian touched my cheek, grinning. "Yeah, Dad loves me, and so do Mr. Aarav and Uncle Kingsley. Maybe you'll love me too, someday."
I smiled back at him. "Absolutely. More and more people will love you."
Dorian grabbed my hand. "Then let's cook. I'm starving."
