Prisca’s POV
I couldn’t help but raise my voice a little after hearing indecent words from the old man who is standing in front of me. His sunken eyes travel from my head to toes in entirely an obnoxious manner since the moment Mr Campbell introduced him to me in the ball.
Under his uncomfortable stare, I felt as if I was helpless prey, under the seizure of a wild animal that struggles to find its escape. It took my all courage to maintain proper posture while speaking with the man in front of me.
“I beg your pardon,”
“Oh… Miss Fallon, I hope I didn’t offend you,” he lowered his voice. “After all, I was dying to meet the most famous lady of this season,”
He leered at me, arching his eyebrows while flashing a lascivious grin.
“Lord Talbot, you are giving me unnecessary appreciation,”
