Werazel sent someone to the Prosierâs to explain why she has to stay with the duke for a month. She didnât forget to say that she would drop by early tomorrow to pick up the luggage she wasnât able to bring earlier because this arrangement was not in her plans at all.
âLizelle!â
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. Itâs 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 baronâs.
âThose are stars. So pretty, arenât they?â
Werazel hugged the little boy.
Lapel, being wrapped by Lizelle, smiled widely.
It was sparkling. It was Lapelâs only star, which he had been searching for, embroidered in the night sky.