Werazel sent someone to the Prosier’s to explain why she has to stay with the duke for a month. She didn’t forget to say that she would drop by early tomorrow to pick up the luggage she wasn’t able to bring earlier because this arrangement was not in her plans at all.
“Lizelle!”
When they were ready to sleep, Lapel gazed out at the large window.
The room that the Duke provided them was not only just as good as the parlor, but it was also as luxurious. It’s probably just one of the dozen guest rooms, but it has a chandelier with beautiful crystals and marbled flooring.
A king-sized bed, a sculpture-like dressing table, and a bathroom with a large bathtub.
The room is reminiscent of a hotel suite that was three times larger than her own room at the baron’s.
“Those are stars. So pretty, aren’t they?”
Werazel hugged the little boy.
Lapel, being wrapped by Lizelle, smiled widely.
It was sparkling. It was Lapel’s only star, which he had been searching for, embroidered in the night sky.