"Yes, your debutante," Lucifer said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "It's been five years since you became my daughter. It's time you debuted in high society. Perhaps you'll meet someone who catches your eye."
I felt a surge of unease at the suggestion. Romance was the last thing on my mind. My focus was on revenge, on claiming the power and status that was rightfully mine. "Father, I'll prepare for the debutante," I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil brewing inside me.
A thought crossed my mind, and I hesitated for a moment don't noble ladies typically have someone escorting them to these events? I thought
Lucifer's smile grew wider, and he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I've already taken care of that," he said. "Someone will be arriving soon to escort you to the debutante. Don't worry about the details, my dear."
