The moment we stepped into the dining hall for lunch, I felt the overwhelming urge to turn around and bolt. My instincts screamed "run," but I was stuck.
Lord Ambrose and his entourage were already seated, filling the long table with their pompous laughter and over-the-top attire. Each of them looked as though they were attending a royal ball, not a casual midday meal.
I glanced at Seraphine, who, as always, was composed and regal. She caught my eye and offered a subtle smirk. I could tell she wasn't exactly thrilled about this either, but she handled these things with far more grace than I ever could.
We approached the table, and I could already feel my muscles tensing. Lord Ambrose rose to greet us with an exaggerated flourish. "Lady Seraphine, Lady Riley, how wonderful to see you again! I trust the accommodations are to your liking?"
I managed a tight-lipped smile. "Oh, absolutely, Lord Ambrose. It's always a... pleasure to host you."
