Louis didn't respond, his grip on her wrist tightening as he pushed forward. He didn't mind the guards and servants of the household looking at them with their mouths agape. He didn't stop when Cordelia's mother rushed to them in her nightgown, face filled with panic.
Louis couldn't believe Cordelia had said she wanted to be friends. Friends? They were never just friends. Never once had he thought of her in that way. She was always more to him. He wanted to have her in his arms for the rest of their lives. For years, he had waited for her, been patient, all while hoping to win her heart. And what did he get in return? An invitation to be her friend. Friend!
How easily she could say that she wanted to be friends with him! He wanted to teach her a lesson. With steady steps, he walked in for all eyes to see them. He was surprised Cordelia didn't try to get out of his hold anymore. She followed him along, matching his pace.
