Belle didn't know why but she felt as if he had an inkling of what she was feeling right now as they stared at each other and the more she thought about it, the more her cheeks started to rush with blood that made her cheeks go warm.
"You didn't answer my question, Miss Belle," she heard Lucas' words that affected her mind.
Her head felt muddled where she could barely think straight. Her hands were placed on the edge of her bed and she gripped on it, "What was the question," she asked him not able to remember for the life of her of what he had asked. Lucas pulled away and somewhere she felt a sense of relief as well as disappointment at his action.
There was something in the atmosphere today, no it wasn't the wind, thought Belle to herself, it was the butler himself. His demeanor was different and it made her gulp. The night and his words were adding into her soul like the fire that needed logs of wood to burn.
