“That’s not possible.” I frown. “Should we go check?”
There’s a knock on the door just then, and Mary hurries to open it. A man is standing in the hall. He looks like a butler, and he announces, “Gifts have been sent for Miss Lane.”
“Gifts?” Mary sounds shocked, and she nearly falls over her own feet in an attempt to step out of the way as footmen start entering the room, carrying large gift boxes.
“What’s happening?” I look at the butler, who is supervising everything. “Who sent these?”
He gives me a half smile. “Sir Darian.”
Once the door closes behind us, Mary rushes to my side and grips my arm. “You said Darian was someone who worked in the royal palace. What position is he in?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“He has to be someone powerful,” Mary murmurs, “to be able to send g
