The next morning, Lucien woke up feeling better, with a sense of anticipation tingling in his veins. He couldn't wait to see if Blaise had found his letter in the study. He hurried his way downstairs, hoping to find a response waiting for him. To his disappointment, there was nothing. The note was untouched. Lucien's heart sank a little, but he refused to let it dampen his spirits.
He thought for a moment and came up with a plan. Grabbing a pen and a small piece of paper, he quickly scribbled a note to Blaise. "Blaise, check the book - L." Lucien carefully folded the note, trying to keep his excitement in check. With a swift and quiet stride, he made his way to Blaise's room, sliding the note under the door.
Back in the hallway, Lucien suppressed the urge to look back, fearing that someone might catch him in the act. He needed to appear casual and unaffected. With a deep breath, he continued downstairs, his mind already shifting gears to his next task.
