Seraphina POV
After spending all night buried in reports and countless other things I needed to relearn before fully taking control of my businesses again, all I wanted was a little peace. A quiet breakfast with my favorite smoked salmon, rye bread, and cream cheese.
Unfortunately, my morning was already full of surprises. The moment I stepped into the dining room, someone was sitting in my chair. And, of course, eating my breakfast.
He smiled with a familiar irritating grin, one leg crossed over the other. There wasn't a trace of noble decorum in his posture.
But then again, what else could anyone expect from a free spirit like Lucien Vermont?
He had openly admitted countless times that he hated noble customs. He said it was too much politeness, too many ceremonies, too many meaningl
