William point of view.
A short ride later, they reached the duke’s old mansion, the grounds looking peaceful under the setting sun. The staff quickly spread out the picnic blanket near a grove of trees, the soft wind ruffling the cloth while Lady Belinda directed them to arrange everything just so. She oversaw every detail, from the placement of the dishes to the angle of the umbrella.
William watched from a short distance, smiling to himself. She had a talent for making everything perfect, and though part of him was anxious for Beatrice.
"What do you think so far?" Lady Belinda said, standing back to admire the final setup. "It’s beautiful, isn’t it?" Belinda said confidently
"It is," William agreed, nodding.
"I appreciate this, truly," William said, staring at the picnic lady Beli
