After his meal, Lance excused himself to look for Amelia around the house but there are places he cannot go when he is a guest since they would think it rude. If it was before, when he was sneaking around and silently watching Amelia, he could have roamed around freely. But it's different now, entirely different really—from all the events that happened and the unclear relationship between them. So instead, he went to Haymich—the butler.
"Where might your Miss be?"
"At this time, Sir?" It was already darkening. The hues from the setting sun are fading. "I have seen her go to the orchards, Sir."
"The orchard?" he repeated, unsure if he heard right.
"She frequents there as a child. She has always loved that place especially when her mother was still alive."
Lance mindlessly clasped and u
