Grace POV
My body was tingling in the aftermath of the Duke's sweet assault.
I peered from my mother to my sister wondering what was going on in their minds. My mom had regained her composure and was so focused on eating her food. Around the table, conversations were awkward and I could feel the tension emanating mostly from my mother.
"More salads, your grace?" Phoebe asked James passing him the bowl. He seems to be the only one enjoying dinner because he was wolfing down everything on his plate.
"Yes please," he smiled accepting the bowl "I am sorry I am eating like I've not had food in years. It's just that the meal is delicious. Your chefs are really good,".
"Well, mama did most of the cooking," Phoebe interjected with a smile "She wanted to make something more special for you
