A promise.
Lumielle rarely made promises to people. Yet, that day, she had clutched Asterias's hand and given him a vow that he would win. She had never wanted to change fate for anyone other than her brother. It would ruin too many things. Her fingers tapped against the table as Sylvia did her hair.
"Is there something on your mind?" Evangeline asked.
She shook her head. It was her own issue. Lumielle had dug the grave that she was going to lie in. Lumielle hadn't seen Asterias since that day. Her lips curled down slightly. Was he upset? Should she visit him? It would be a bother if she did as she knew that high society would gossip as to why she was heading over to his house uninvited. Lumielle should ask her brother about it.
"Can you call Aristele?" Lumielle ushered to a maid as the young woman bowed.
