“Sorry, Mr. Lark,” s**t what the hell do I even call him? Mr. does not at all seem like the right title, but I can’t just call him Lord… Can I? “I thought I was alone. I only wanted to view the grounds a little. I hope you do not mind.” I apologized feeling so very guilty.
What was I thinking? I came here without invitation. Fay had specifically told me Dorian Lark liked his privacy. I was only going to look at the outside of the castle, not at all cross the gate down to his lake. It was astonishingly rude. I should be more than sorry and I hope that he does not retract his invitation for tonight. I may have just ruined everything for my friends invited to dinner by him for invading his home. He has every right to tell me to get the hell out for trespassing.
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