There was a gentle breeze that carried the scent of flowers towards the pavilion where Lucen and Lysette were sitting.
The two, after greeting each other, did not speak and simply looked at each other, but with very different reasons.
'Why isn't he saying anything?! Is it because I underdressed? Usually, the gentleman would praise a lady's outfit. Should I have worn something else?! Something with lace? Something with more lace??' Lysette was panicking in her mind while continuing to smile that innocent smile of hers.
'What does she want? Is she waiting for something? Why hasn't she said anything yet?'
Lucen stared at the smiling Lysette, a little confused. This was not how he had pictured the conversation with the future spymaster slash revolution leader.
'Why is he staring at me like that?! Is there something in my hair? Should I ask him?'
