The air was thick with tension as Ryan took in the scene before him. He glanced between Suzy and Lord Evan, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Have you two met before?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
Suzy hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she replied, her voice low as a whisper. "We met in town the day we went to your mother's orphanage and at Eleanor's masquerade ball."
Ryan nodded. "Oh, then there's no need for introductions," he said. "Since you two are acquaintances."
Evan stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Suzy. He reached out and took her hand, kissing the back of her glove. "You're right, Ryan," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "I believe we know ourselves a little bit well."
Suzy snatched her hand back, her face flushed with anger. She rubbed her hand on her clothes, her eyes filled with disgust. She felt suspicious of him and didn't appreciate his touch.
