Prisca's POV
“Miss Fallon,”
I lift my eyes from the book that I was reading because of the disembodied voice.
A maid was waiting a few feet away from where I was sitting, near a bookshelf. She is looking at me with limpid eyes.
When did she arrive? Now I understand why mama always scolds me regarding being lost inside books.
“Yes.” I closed the book, paying attention to her.
“Miss Fallon, a visitor is expecting you,” she bobbed and informed me.
A visitor for me! This is quite uncanny.
“Has the visitor mentioned his name? Or did he give any name card?” I inquired.
The maid shook her head from side to side. “No, Miss Fallon. His grace ordered me to inform you,”
His grace! The duke knows the arrival of the visitor. Great… recently I am becoming more and more unfortunate.
“Where is
