-Chapter Eleven-
*First Person's Perspective *
~Enise~
I had just returned from the hotel where Lucian had lodged. The day had been long, the conversations were intense, and my mind kept drifting back to everything he had said. As I walked through the door of the house, I was met with the usual warmth. The faint smell of dinner wafted from the kitchen, and I could hear the soft murmur of voices coming from the dining room.
A servant approached me, offering to call me down for dinner, but I simply shook my head.
"I’m full already," I said with a polite smile. I wasn’t ready to face Lucas today. I didn't want to see him
I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but I didn’t want to deal with the stress of answering questions from him here and there, plus, the thought of food did
