Lucille
Roman's warning regarding Isabella echoed in my thoughts as I made my way to the duke and duchess's apartments. I'd been invited to eat breakfast with the duchess. Through all my years of marriage, I'd come to think of Isabella as a friend, perhaps a sister. I didn't like that in the short span of time since my prince had entered my life, I was questioning every relationship I'd thought solid.
Lady Buckingham knocked on the outer door to Isabella and Francis's apartment within Molave Palace. As Isabella's mistress, Lady Johana, opened the door, I caught the gaze of Roman's sister across the room.
“Lucille, I'm so glad we have a chance to catch up."
Nodding to Lady Buckingham and Lady Johana, I went to Isabella. She rose and wrapped me in a hug.
“Sit," Isabella said, gestur
