Kristie savoured her lunch in the manner she had observed from Barbara, chewing quietly and gracefully. Throughout the meal, the marquis, his wife, and daughter stole glances in her direction, intrigued by her deliberate and elegant preparations for the occasion.
"How was your work?" The marquis asked.
She shifted her gaze to him. "Very well," she responded, and then frowned, seeing his expression. "Did she see a hint of regret flashing in his eyes? How come!" Her lips curved mockingly.
"Why are you wearing fancier than before? Are you going to meet Richard?" Susie asked.
'Why do they seem interested in her?'
Kristie put her utensil down. "I am going to the palace," she said, and they sent her a surprised look. "The princess sent me an invitation, so I am going to meet her," she added, smiling at them.
"Good, you have to do well," the marquis cheered despite his tone seeming unreal and his smile, which seemed forced.
