He finally gave in to the urge to smile as he towelled his hair.
She was something. She really was something.
The look on his father's face was priceless as well but neither of them had tried to explain what happened. He was certain Friedrich would have asked her privately when they rode together.
He fell against the bed and stared up at the patterns on the ceiling.
Her laughter still rang in his ears. He wanted to hear it again and again and…
He rubbed his eyes.
Breakfast was in a few minutes. It was a special breakfast so he had no excuse to miss it.
And of course, she would be there.
When he arrived at the breakfast table, Friedrich and the Duke were already seated. She wasn't there yet.
Neither was Candace.
By the way, when was the last time he set his eyes on Candace? It was probably when her mother had paid them a 'warm' visit.
He took his usual seat quietly and waited.
Friedrich met his gaze across the table, unsmiling.
