Bab 95: Abigail’s wedding [part 1]

"You look wonderful." He said, unable to keep his eyes off her.

"You're handsome." She murmured. It was the first time she was complimenting someone, especially a male. But his elegant look deserved a compliment. He was wearing a blue-black simple jacket with some gold embroidery details on the collar and the shoulders.

A white shirt could be barely seen under

his jacket and was giving the whole look a more sophisticated yet simple touch.

He was always elegant, but that day Roselyn felt her heart beating more sped up than usual.

She smiled, stretching her hand for him to hold, and when he did, they headed toward the door.

They stepped on the carriage, which would lead them toward the location that Abigail, and Lord Victor arranged. Roselyn felt his hand brushing against her, and his eyes darted from side to side.

"Why are you nervous?" she asked him.

"I don't like meeting my relatives." His voice was hoarse.