NIRELLE
I have to make Lucien know that I was serious about sitting out meals with him, so when I know he is down at the table for breakfast, I walk over with a tray I had literally wrestled for with the staff and pack up some things and put them on it. His eyes watch me silently, but I don't mind, as this is my way of making him know I won't sit back and do nothing while he tries to box me again.
'This is supposed to be my salvation, my escape, and not another prison. I was not going to allow that at all.' Once I am satisfied with everything I have put on my tray, I walk out and stop by the door. Turning to him, I say, "Good morning, Mr. Vexley," as if this is the first time I am seeing him.
I watch his eyes widen in shock and his jaws tighten, but I flash a forced smile at him and wal
