*Oliver*
Standing at the edge of the cliff, I stare out over the moon-glistening water. If Poppy knows that Seraphine serves as a mistress, it is evident she doesn’t know whose mistress she is. Otherwise, she’d never make that announcement during dinner because she isn’t in the habit of making people uncomfortable.
But her revelation has rocked me to my core.
When I jerked my gaze to Seraphine, she averted her eyes but couldn’t be less bothered if Poppy had said, ‘Oh, look, a pea has fallen off my plate.’
She’s known about the betrothal.
When she gives me a sultry glance, when she looks as though she might ignite if I touch her, she’s known.
Last night when I pleasured her with my mouth, and she cried out, when I felt her pulsing against my tongue… she had known.
She could have
