Genevieve didn’t speak much for the rest of the day. The shock of finding out she had fallen in love with the demon she was contracted to had been too much.
Lucian didn’t pester her with questions about her silence which she was glad for. He seemed to know that she really didn’t want to talk.
Estelle on the other hand didn’t understand why she was so quiet.
“Why won’t you tell me about your excursion today?” the maid questioned as she was placing the dishes on the table. “You are really quiet.”
“We went to some gardens, ate lunch and came back here,” Lucian replied on her behalf. “It was nothing too exciting. Not like the Eiffel Tower.”
“I’m sure she finds going anywhere with you exciting,” Estelle reprimanded him.
“I think she is still tired from the journey,” Lucian informed her.
