The dinner went well. The Duke was glad and said many things. The Lady would always smile and laugh. The Duke did the same; however, Lucien, felt the opposite. He felt loomed over his situation. He wanted to talk to them, but he only kept himself intact with fake expressions. He was tightly gripping his utensils while looking with a smile. He was currently smiling toward the Duke, but in his mind, he couldn't do anything about the current situation. He knew he wasn't in the proper position to talk to the Duke regarding the matter for the lady. She was the lady within the household, the very daughter of the duke. He was just an outsider. He knew that, but as the lady's friend, he was concerned about everything.