Genevieve woke up slowly and as she opened her eyes the events of the previous day started to come back to her.
Lucian had confessed his love to her and she had reciprocated. She had even kissed him…
Had it been a dream?
His lips had felt too real for it to have been a dream.
Her eyes darted around and she was relieved to find that she was indeed in Lucian’s bed. It hadn’t been a dream after all. Her eyes looked for Lucian next and found him sitting on the chair near to the bed with a book.
Their eyes met and he smiled.
“Good morning,” he greeted her.
The way he smiled was definitely softer now and she knew she hadn’t made anything up about the previous day. It had all been real.
“Good morning,” she replied.
Genevieve pushed the bedsheets off her and sat up. Her dress was looking
