ARTHUR'S POV:
The moment that Fiona stepped outside the room, it felt like all the breath left me and I gulped, trying to clear the knot that had formed in my throat.
She looked different with the new set of clothes I had gotten her for this particular event.
The sight almost made me change my mind about her wearing the usual uniform but I shook my head gently to clear it.
I couldn’t start a division between Fiona and the other maids. I knew first hand how badly that could go.
“Come on, let’s go.” I said finally, after a couple of seconds had passed and the blonde girl nodded in agreement.
I could tell how much my stare had affected her. I didn’t mind that she was uncomfortable.
I could continue to do it for the longest time but we had somewhere to get to, so maybe some other
