If anyone were to ask about the situation and condition of our Cupid mission now that we're a trio, I would tell them everything in the most meticulous detail.
Just like what's happening right now. The three of us have gathered at Duke Tristan's residence.
The atmosphere?
Tense.
Strange.
And smelling slightly of tea.
Duke Tristan stands in a pose like a statue of honor that is currently questioning every life decision he has ever made. His gaze is sharp, directed straight at Lucien.
His facial expression can be interpreted very clearly:
"Why is he here? Why has this little rat set foot in this residence? How dare he?"
Meanwhile, me?
I'm standing beside Lucien.
Beaming.
Happy.
Like a child who has just been taken to a playground… by a dragon. And yes—Lucien is holding my hand.
WITH UTMOST CONFIDENCE.
And TOTALLY SHOWING OFF.
I can feel an aura of "look, she's mine now" that could be detected even by migratory birds.
