I had never thought that I would be here. The Capital seemed almost alive, buzzing with people with swirling fabrics, elegant smiles, and expensive jewelry. Carlisle seemed to take pity on me and leaned back away from me as I broached closer to the door. He didn't say anything after that moment, maybe, he was trying to put my heart to rest.
"Who is your friend?" I asked, my eyes still soaking in the sights. The streets filled with people bustling around as they glanced at small shops. I wanted to go as well. To go shopping, something so frivolous, felt exciting. Yet, I didn't have the courage to ask. I never did.
Carlisle leaned against the plush seat and closed his eyes, "He's also a Duke, maybe you've heard of him. He's Percival Diante. Duke Diante."
