She could hardly send away the master of the house when he had even come bearing flowers, so Ines, reluctant but left with no choice, opened her mouth.
"Please, sit."
As though he had been waiting for it, Cedric took a seat. He had sat in that chair so many times while Ines stayed at the Angel ducal residence that the sight was familiar by now.
Ines, flowers in hand, was dressed in a pale gray gown. With her soft hair hanging loose, a shawl around her shoulders, and the bouquet of freesias in her arms, she looked all the more perfect.
With one exception.
Cedric's gaze lingered on her bare fingers.
"The ring."
"Pardon?"
"Does the ring bother you that much?"
"Ah…"
Ines trailed off in discomfort.
The betrothal ring Cedric had given her was as luxurious and ostentatious as it was expensive.
It was not something…
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