He held his hand out to me as he stepped head of the carriage door. Gemma and Marilyn carriage door had already been closed and now only we stood out.
I placed my hand in his and just as my skin touch has exhausted back against the current I felt. His eyes had a fleeting expression in them because as soon as it came he closed his eyes and looked away for a moment as I looked at my hand.
What was it?
He once again held out his hand and this time I placed my shaky hand in his. With his support, I climb into the carriage and sat in the far corner. He followed and to defeat opposite towards me closing the door behind him.
When anyone attends any kind of Royal gathering there are awkward moment and smiles passed which we were used to. Not everything could be talked with. But here, the silence was clawing at me and couldn't help but try to make a conversation.
"Are you a merchant?"
His eyes slowly turned at me and he slightly raised a brow. "I beg your pardon, Layla?"
