The awkwardness reminded him of Estelle and Annie’s visit to his house in the summer. Estelle’s comments about food had been rebuffed rapidly by Genevieve and the subject of conversation had turned onto something very different.
Then she had broken off her friendship with those two even though they were all best friends.
It was confusing.
Genevieve still looked oddly panicked and her lip wobbled. Lucian passed her his handkerchief as she began to cry.
“I’m trying to be as unfussy and as ladylike as possible. You’ve done enough to help me out by even moving to London with me, I should stop being fussy.”
Lucian pulled her in for a hug. What she was feeling was a large difference between them. It was going to take a while for their relationship to adjust. To her, he seemed to be unobtain
