After what Belle heard her mother and her aunt Irene speak about the society gossip that was making rounds along with nitpicking Belle's habit with the subtle hint of keeping the butler at a distance, she wanted to ask him something.
Lucas paused his steps and then turned to look at Belle, "Is there something you want to ask?" Belle wondered how he knew that she wanted to ask him right now. She wondered if it was because he had seen her grown up where he got to read her like the back of his hand.
She had paused her own steps and she looked at her butler who held a blank expression waiting for her to speak. Belle pursed her lips before blurting out, "You are not my father. There can be the only one which is papa," she cleared, not wanting him to be her father figure or to misunderstand that she thought of him in such a way.
"Okay."
