Rosalie kept pacing back and forth in the duke's study, her whole body overwhelmed with anxiousness. Excited to go on a picnic with the duke, she rushed to prepare everything needed for a pleasant time outside, and now it was all done and ready, except for one crucial component – Damien Dio himself.
She cast another restless glance at the large golden clock on the opposite wall and let out a disappointed sigh. The day was nearly over, and she feared that her momentum would be lost as having a picnic in the dark garden sounded rather depressing than nice.
Felix, who was busy going through the endless piles of paperwork, tried to remain calm and reserved this whole time, but with each short session of Rosalie's pacing and loud sighing, his whole body winced, making him either spill the ink or crumple an important document. At last, tired and irritated, he put away the papers, adjusted his round spectacles, and said, struggling to remain calm and courtly,
