NIRELLE
After breakfast I make my way to Lucien's study; with one knock I let myself into the room, and he lights up upon seeing me as if we had not just parted a few moments ago.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, shocked to see me.
"I am here to see Mr. Vexley. Is he in?" I ask, and he tilts his head, squeezing his face as if he were thinking about what I had just asked. "If he isn't in, then I can just come back another time."
"Well, if you are here for Mr. Vexley, then I am afraid you might just have to come back another time, but if you want to see Lucien, then I can assure you that he is in here," he said. I did not even think of him responding that way when I asked the question, but I liked it.
"Are you okay?" I walk to the table and stand on the other side of it.
"I know th
