ELOISE
I had another sip of my coffee, and it warmed me up. “You probably know me better than anyone else. You probably know what my dad is doing that I just can’t figure out. How about we start with that?” I suggested, my gaze unwavering.
“Your father,” he began, “is a man with layers, just like you.”
“Like me?”
“You possess qualities I typically avoid, yet I’m undeniably drawn to you.”
I blushed. “This isn’t about me.”
He released a sigh. “Your father hides his intentions well, but I have some ideas—something I’ve observed when we talked to him. For example, it doesn’t matter who you marry, whether it’s the baron or someone else.”
I frowned. He was right. Dad would’ve insisted, but he didn’t. Rather, he let me go. “Why do you think so?”
“Your dad needs him because they’re
