“Ha!” Danrique snorted. “You're making it sound like you two are noble beings.”
“No, we dare not think that way,” Sean explained hastily.
“Enough.” Danrique interrupted him and ordered, “Prepare a gift for me.”
“A gift?” Sean's interest was piqued.
“Yes.” Danrique pondered over it and added, “The more expensive, the better. It's for a woman.” “Got it.” Sean left to carry out his order.
When Danrique arrived at Francesca's room, she was lounging on the sofa and playing a game on her tablet.
The make-up artist was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, and the hairstylist was busy getting her hair done. The maids were serving her dinner.
“There will be food served at the banquet hall,” Danrique remarked as he leaned against the door.
His affectionate gaze landed on her.
“The food served at the banquet hall won't be filling at all.” Francesca didn't even bother to lift her head. “Besides, I'll have to act elegantly there; so, it's more comfortable to eat at home.”
“Mm. Eat up, then.” Danrique was about to leave when Francesca stopped him.
“Wait a minute,” she called out.
“What is it?” Danrique halted in his tracks and turned at his shoulder.
“I want to talk to you.” Francesca met his gaze.
“Okay!” Danrique was delighted, for this was the first time she had requested to talk to him.
He made a gesture, and Norah immediately told the make-up artist and stylists to leave the room.
When they were both left alone, Francesca asked directly, “Why are you bringing me to the banquet instead of Hazel Atkinson?”
“You're my fiancee, and she's not.” Danrique rolled his eyes.
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