When Belle had opened the door, finding Lucas standing in front of her room was the last thing she had expected. She looked at him differently, her movements slightly awkward which she tried to cover up with a smile,
"Lucas," she greeted him as if she was up to no good and he stared at her for a second more before telling,
"Mrs. Adams' is asking for your presence," he said to her, that had Belle give him a worried look.
"Is it about this evening?" she asked where she was yet to step outside her room. Lucas' hair had dried and it was back to be combed neatly to the side. He did look different compared to what she had seen in the evening than now. The evening...Good Lord, she sighed internally.
"She didn't tell me anything about it. We have guests," he waited for her and she gave him a nod before stepping out and down the stairs to meet her mother who was in the drawing-room with her elder sister.
