"I heard a few maids talking about it. But don't worry, they would not dare spread the gossip any further," she said with a reassuring smile on her face.
"Are you sure?"
She took his hand and gave it a light squeeze, flashing the kindest smile she could muster. "I handled it. Don't worry." Knowing Lucien, she understood that his worries were not even for his reputation but Levina's. He did not want her dignity to be questioned; if her dignity was ever put to question, no reasonable man would want to marry her. Draven, on the other hand, she was sure, would still want to marry her. He was just as kind as Lucien; they both believed in not judging people and would give even the worst criminal a second chance.
