"LADY Emmaline?"
That call pulled Emmy from her dazed state. She raised her head and looked at the man sitting in front of her. They were at the garden of the Grimaldi mansion, sitting inside a pavilion and drinking tea.
A gentle breeze flew by, bringing in the scent of the surrounding flowers. A bit of sunlight shone on them, making the man's platinum blond hair glow. He had a gentle smile on his face. His green eyes were looking at her as if she was the only one in this universe that could enter his gaze.
Any woman that was in her position would surely envy her. Their hearts would probably be beating wildly right now. Their cheeks, blushing. And they would stare at the man with eyes full of admiration.
But Emmy felt none of those things as she looked at Cecil Lancaster.
