They had once been lovers, but she hadn’t understood him and the way he approached his servants. He’d suffered her bad attitude towards his household. Having been born to a family of exiled French aristocrats, she had different expectations of relationships between the classes. Godric viewed a few of his servants like extended family and Evangeline had most vehemently objected to such closeness. The memory of their final fight over her treatment of Simkins left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Evangeline sat primly on the couch near the fireplace, but her demure expression did not fool him one bit. She loved to play at being a lady, but during their time together, Godric hadn’t wanted a lady.
“Miss Mirabeau, good evening.” She stood up, offering her hand to him. He ignored it and bowed stiff
