Rosalind's face turned ugly when she realized that she could recognize the person behind the mask. It was the Duke! Duke Lucas!
Why would he come here?
She immediately lowered her gaze. She was almost certain that the man could recognize her just from one glance.
Until now, she wasn't quite sure how he was able to recognize her, but then again, there were more pressing matters to address. How was he able to come here and just barge into the room as if he owned the place?
This did not make any sense!
"Ah… isn't this the …"
"I heard that you found someone that could heal curses." Duke Lucas did not even hesitate to stare at her.
"Ah? We—"
"Words travel fast, Mr. Pratt." Duke Lucas sat on the other side of Mr. Montgomery. "I came here to join the festivities."
"And here me thought you came to try and steal the bride of my child."
Almost immediately the atmosphere stilled, even Rosalind could not believe her ears. Bride? Bride of who?
