Rosalind chose to disregard Lucas's darkened countenance, refusing to be swayed by his brooding presence. She clutched the pearl tightly in her hand, feeling its smooth surface against her skin. It was a remarkable gift, one that had stirred a flicker of curiosity within her.
"Where do you think he obtained this pearl?" Rosalind inquired, her gaze fixed on Lucas. Once again, she disregarded his ominous demeanor, determined to seek answers on her own terms.
Lucas scoffed. "Why are you so interested in such trivial matters?"
"It's beautiful," Rosalind replied, her tone filled with genuine appreciation. "What's wrong with wanting beautiful things? I am, after all, a woman."
Lucas's retort hung in the air, his disapproval palpable. However, Rosalind paid him no mind as she turned her attention back to the feast before her. The delectable aromas filled her senses, urging her to indulge in the culinary delights that adorned the table.
