I finally met his gaze in the mirror, and my mouth parted when I realized how green his eyes truly were in this lighting; the emerald color almost reminded me of my own. I hesitantly turned to look at myself again, and despite his hospitality and kind words, I felt empty inside.
He suddenly cleared his throat, shaking himself out of whatever reverie he was in, for the third time this afternoon, and took a step back as if he was struggling with himself.
"I’ll give you some time to settle in before the maids arrive to get you dressed for tonight's ball," he turned away, running a hand through his wealth of black hair, but stopped briefly at the door.
"I should also warn you that your husband will be in attendance tonight," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes before walking o
