"You have a visitor," the butler announced.
Her heart skipped a beat. She had been waiting anxiously for someone to arrive, and now, the moment had finally arrived. Her mind spun with the hope that perhaps this would be the moment she finally met the lord.
Furrowing her brows, she echoed, "A visitor?"
"Yes," the butler answered, his face expressionless. "A woman by the name of Agatha."
Gwendolyn's heart sank slightly at the butler's response. Her eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment as she realized that Agatha, not the lord, would be her company for the evening. The name carried no grandeur or intrigue, and she had hoped for a more significant encounter. Agatha's presence, while important, felt like a mere shadow compared to the vision of the lord she had imagined.