FEDORA’S POV
As I made my way back home, my mind was filled with thoughts, each one a delicate thread of hope and uncertainty. I longed to end the cold war that had been brewing between Lorcan and me, but I wasn't quite ready to melt the icy demeanour he had shown me.
Upon arriving home, a glimmer of surprise flickered across my face as I noticed the maids bustling about, preparing a spread of midnight snacks. Lorcan had ordered them to do so, perhaps in anticipation of my hunger after a long visit. Grateful for the gesture, I inquired about Lorcan's whereabouts, to which the maids replied that he was in the garden.
Curiosity piqued, I made my way towards the garden, hoping to see him and talk to him about that night, I can’t keep running away from him.
However, as I approached, I witn
