Everything was prepared with practiced precision. Vaeron returned naturally to his seat, while Lucrezia still watched the scene quietly, almost slightly stunned by the efficiency of the servants.
Then a sudden realization struck her. The moment she realized the bath was for her, her entire body stiffened. As if she was not already mortified enough, Vaeron remained seated, watching her closely. There was this look in his eyes that seemed entirely different that made heat creep beneath her skin despite the chill knotting inside her chest. It almost felt as though he were waiting for the exact moment she unraveled completely.
The thought made panic flare instantly through her. Surely she was imagining it, or perhaps overthinking it.
She had to be.
