Ruelle didn't know a Christmas gift could be stressful. Too many eyes lingered on her, waiting for her to oblige and her shoulders stiffened.
"I was thinking blue, since it's my favourite colour. But perhaps it's better if you choose your favourite colour for me," Edward continued, already imagining himself wearing the sweater.
Her lips parted. "I—"
"Red."
The word came calmly from behind the prince. Lucian had stopped a short distance away with Sawyer, who had stopped mid-sentence now forgetting what he was talking about earlier.
Lucian's posture was relaxed with his expression unreadable and his gaze settled on Edward.
"I don't remember asking you," Edward grumbled, as he was still bitter about the day he had brought Ruelle flowers. He frowned, stating, "I believe I asked Ruelle."
Ruelle blinked at Lucian.
