|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
I suddenly realized something had changed, especially for me. I can’t remember when this change happened. But all I know…is that the change has something to do with Mirrielle.
“Ah, yes, your grace. Our business is doing good,” Mirrielle replied to Ignacio. I gritted my teeth when she was grinning at him from ear to ear to the man across her. I had to avert my eyes somewhere else to somehow calm myself from suddenly getting displeased and bothered.
“It’s still a wonder to all why you let your uncle manage such a business, Lady Elizabeth,” the duke of Zaragosa joined the conversation. Mirrielle had to stop cutting her steak to answer Manuel. So instead of letting my irritation get the best of me, I pushed my own plate aside and took hers.
I saw how Mirrielle
