Irene stood in front of her father as she waited for his reply. The moment she finished her breakfast, she had gone searching for her father, hoping to convince him to allow her to see the festival.
But, just as Reyna had assumed, her father and their guest, Lucian, were deep in discussion when she knocked at the door to her father's study. Without any hesitation, Irene put forth her request before the old Duke, and now she was waiting for his consent.
Irene stared at him innocently, begging him silently through her round, beautiful eyes. She looked so pitiful that Seymour did not have the heart to reject her or any of her requests. It was the second time in years that his daughter had approached him with a request and he did not intend to disappoint her, not when his relationship with her was slowly improving.
