As if things were not bad enough, she had to meet him with her every need?
What happened to Friedrich? Or Bartwick? Or the Duke himself?
Her grip on her fork tightened.
"Is there a problem, dear?"
She shook her head.
Of course there was not. Except she would have to spend hours in that intimidating study with the most annoying man in the world while they discussed flower arrangements and decor like they were strangers.
"Excuse me." She pushed away from the table and took her leave.
The moment she reached the door, Agnes was by her side.
"You barely ate anything, my lady."
Eve stopped walking and turned to her maid. "How could I? Tell me how I can eat when I have to sit beside that entitled idiot and listen to wedding plans that will be controlled by him."
"Keep your voice down, my lady." Agnes patted her back.
"You are right." She whispered and continued walking.
"Shall I have a meal sent up to you?"
