Raphael's brown eyes settled on Melrose when she sat across from him. When she lifted his gaze to him, he smiled and his honey orbs twinkled. Melrose offered a polite smile, waiting to hear Raphael talk so she could compare the man's voice last night with his.
"Of course, how can I miss your famous daughter, Lord Lewis? She is our future queen," answered Raphael and Melrose knew it was not him.
"You didn't tell me that you would invite Lord Leighton for today's breakfast, Papa. Should I have known, I would have woken up earlier to keep myself from being late. After all, it is not everyday we get to have a guest."
