Manners are no less than a chain that binds the nobles. For Dion to let them go for her, Abi stared at him stunned. He noticed her gaze and looked back at her with a raised brow. She shook her head.
The air around them changed. There was an electrifying current coursing through. Even when everyone concentrated on dinner, they could not help but feel the charge.
"Where are there no staff?" Gale was the first to cut them, earning a look from everyone, but he ignored it. He could not believe that a noble would be that interested in a commoner until he needed something from her. But what? What could Abigail offer? She had spent all her life with them. She had no money or treasure. But there must be something?
"I have dismissed the staff." Abi cleared her throat and spoke in a soft voice. "I wanted this to be a private affair?" the words confused them. They looked at her for details. But she had nothing more to offer. She held the handkerchief tightly.
