Third Person POV
A servant girl appeared out of nowhere, carefully placing dinner in front of Lucian and Rosalie, before promptly disappearing, while another one filled their glasses with fresh blood and another one with wine. Rosalie had already filled some glasses with water. Lucian looked down at the chicken with creamy mushroom sauce and sniffed it, his mouth-watering. “It smells delicious” he murmured, enthusiastically putting a forkful into his mouth and moaning out loud as the meat practically melted in his mouth.
Rosalie smiled, digging into her own dinner. “What did you get up to today?” she asked with curiosity, and Lucian almost choked on the food in his mouth as he tried to come up with a plausible reason for his absence.
“I just had some business calls, basic errands,” he
