CHAPTER THIRTEEN: An Unexpected Proposal
—"A pleasure to meet you, Saint Verdana."
"Uh...likewise." Maeva nodded politely as the Duke greeted her, her mouth slightly agape as she observed the tall pensive man.
She couldn't help but stare, capturing his warm and pleasant demeanor of a blue-blooded regal, like an ideal prince from fairytales. He seemed to be in his early 30s, but still with charming aesthetic to himself.
Noticing the look on her face, he chuckled warmly.
"You don't need to stand so stiff on my account," he said, his eyes glinting mischievously. "I don't bite."
"Eh..." Maeva blushed, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. "I didn't mean by-" she began nervously, but the Duke chuckled again and shook his head. "I was only teasing, Saint Verdana. But I must say, your reaction was quite amusing."
"Vince..." Quinn gave him a warning tone and crossed his arms.