Zora’s POV
Lucian's return to the seamstress shop snapped me out of the haze that I seemed to be in form staring at my reflection in the mirror, my dress making me almost forget what I was. A maid. As he walked through the door, our eyes met, and an unspoken tension sparked in the air between us. It was as if the room had suddenly become smaller , leaving only the two of us locked in an intense, wordless exchange.
Our gazes locked, and time seemed to slow. I could see the faintest hint of curiosity in his eyes, a curiosity that mirrored my own. There was an almost challenging quality to his stare, as if he was daring me to look away first. But I couldn't. The weight of his presence bore down on me, and I refused to yield.
The seconds stretched into an eternity as we continued our silent
