We continued to sit in silence and feeling conflicted on how to act at his dejected vibe, my thoughts were about to start wandering like they usually do when the Butler came in with the awaited tea. ONLY the tea.
'… Where is the pastry..?'
I really wanted some sugar, like, for real. And having these many difficulties obtaining the d*mn sweet had started to cloud my reasoning for some time now.
Jumping to conclusions, I turned to the Duke, who was still seating next to me.
Pulling on his sleeve, I wanted to repeat that same sentence I asked in my head to him.
But, my uncooperative body obviously did not allow it. Since I had not thought of a way to say that with gestures, I looked downwards for a moment to come up with something and ended up regretting my impulsiveness.
'Tsk!... Right… you can't even talk. So, girl, mind your actions.'
