The conversation had been progressing smoothly, the Lockwoods and the Lewinsteins appearing quite pleased with the news we shared. The evening was filled with pleasantries and careful diplomacy, each party navigating the discussion with a balance of formality and warmth. However, midway through the meal, Angelina hesitantly broached another subject.
"You mentioned that Lady Mirielle is at your territory. Where is that exactly?" Her tone was casual, but I caught the glint of eagerness beneath the carefully crafted nonchalance. "I—I was thinking of exchanging letters with her. If I knew her whereabouts, I could keep in touch."
I exhaled softly, setting down my wine glass with a small smile. "I apologize, my lady, but that would be difficult."
Her brows knit slightly. "Why?"
