My breath grew rigid in my throat, realising who stood in the dining room with the Lanes.
“You’re not Sir Valerio.” I immediately blurted out in an accusing voice, and this made the rest turn to me with a confused gaze.
I had never met Sir Valerio in person, but I was certain he would be much older, greyer, and less annoying.
“He’s not,” Oliver’s mother named Scarlett spoke up, coming into his defence, “My husband is on a royal assignment to the east and couldn’t make it here today despite wanting to. The prince stepped in for him and it was a noble thing to do.”
How noble of him.
My eyes moved back from Scarlett to Edward, who has since not taken his eyes from me. Of all the people I could have run into, it had to be him.
I haven’t seen him since the heated last dispute we had and h
