The carriage moved slowly, its wheels creaking softly over the cobbled road, as if deliberately maintaining a… tense atmosphere.
I sat on one side.
Duke Tristan on the other.
Facing each other.
ALONE.
TWO PEOPLE.
IN A CRAMPED SPACE.
OH GODS.
This wasn't a carriage.
This was an emotional interrogation room.
I covered my mouth with sleeves that were far too large—clothes that, by the way, made me look like a female lead who had just strayed from a high-class romance novel.
My feet swung slowly.
One, two.
One, two.
Like a broken clock ticking too loudly in my head.
Calm down, Liliane.
You're just sitting with a handsome Duke who just praised you. And now, with luck that only appears once in a blue moon (okay, that's an exaggeration, but it might happen in my life. Remember, I'm the Villainess; I never know when my bad luck will strike).
That's right, Duke Tristan, my handsome idol, who praised me moments ago. He is currently escorting me home.
