Chapter 155
I sat in a sitting room at a table for two, having tea and pastries with Julian, I wasn’t surprised when
Julian asked me on another date. We had plenty left to investigate, after all. But I was confused when
he
led me here, to what seemed like a legitimate date.
I was startled that Nichs and Lilliana were also here, having the same assortment of tea and snacks
at an identical table on the other side of the medium–sized room, In the corner, one of the servants
masterfully yed the pianoforte.
Cameras covered almost every angle of the room,ing in closer to our faces every now and then.
I leaned closer to Julian so the cameras wouldn’t overhear.
“So what’s the n?” I asked him.
He looked at me with a lifted brow. “Enjoy our tea and pastries?”
I frowned at him. “Are we not… Investigating?”
“Here?” He nced around. “Heavens, no.”
“But… you asked me on a date.”
“Maybe I just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of yourpany.”
I gave him a t look.
He relented with a sigh. “Fine. My dear uncle Terry clearly has some suspicions about us. It makes
sense
to prove them untrue by going on an actual date. Think of it as a cover for our cover.”
That didn’t feel like the full truth. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
He smiled at me for a moment, then gestured to my teacup. “Would you like more tea?”
He wouldn’t tell me, then. Julian was always so secretive, sometimes it was downright frustrating.
As Julian poured more tea into my teacup, I nced over to the other table, where Nichs was sitting
across from Lilliana. They hadn’t talked much, just quietly enjoyed their tea. Nichs’s back was
ramrod
straight. A frown was heavy on his lips.
I couldn’t help but worry about him. Was this the future he truly wanted for himself? To sit across from
someone every day who he couldn’t even speak to?
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Don’t worry about him,” Jun said, speaking softly near my ear. “He’s probably still sulking from when
That caught my interest and I swiveled back to Julian. “The King lectured him?”
Julian shrugged. “Good little Nichs was trying to convince our parents to care about the plight of the
common people. Unsessfully, I might add, especially with Terry there.”
My heart warmed from the inside out. Nichs had tried to advocate for the people? Could he have
truly
listened to me when I told him about themon people’s hardships?
A smile tugged at my lips.
Suddenly, Julian’s hand was cupping my face. Gently, he brushed his thumb against the corner of my
mouth.
He smiled at me. “Crumbs,” he said, like that was a reasonable exnation for why he was touching
me
so familiarly, or for so long.
A sharp crack sounded from the other table.
“Prince Nichs Lilliana gasped.
We all turned to look.
Nichs had cracked off the handle of his teacup
Julian, chuckling, lowered his hand. I red at him.
“You did that just to upset Nichs!” I said, hushed.
The producers, meanwhile, pulled the cameramen closer to Nichs.
“What happened there?” one of them asked him. “Faulty cup?”
“It’s old,” Nichs said and pushed it aside. He offered no other exnation. The camera crew waited
a
moment more, then pulled away, disappointed by what they perceived as ack of story.
Julian cleared his throat, and I knew he meant trouble.
“Prince Julian –“I tried to cut him off, but he simply spoke loudly, talking over me.
“Please tell me what you are dressing as at the ball, Piper, so that I can coordinate.”
The producers gasped and redirected the cameras over to us.
Julian had put me on the spot. If we coordinated, this would solidify our status as a couple. I was not
ready for that move.
un
ncing over, I noticed Nichs watching me with piercing eyes. His mouth was a hard line, and his
jawline tense. He looked about ready to flip both tables.