Selena let out a deep, exasperated sigh the moment she stepped into the manor. She saw Lucien waiting for her in the grand foyer. His tall frame, leaning slightly against the ornate railing of the staircase, was an all-too-familiar sight.
He always seemed to be lurking, ready to pounce on her with some reprimand or disapproving remark about her latest "disgraceful" behaviour. She secretly referred to him as a ghost—an irritating, ever-present phantom haunting her every move.
But tonight, she was tired, both physically and emotionally. She had achieved what she wanted at the party, and the last thing she needed was Lucien's endless criticism. Preparing herself for yet another scolding, she braced her nerves and met his gaze.
To her surprise, instead of starting with his usual sharp remarks, Lucien spoke gently. "How did the party go?" he asked, his voice lacking the edge she was accustomed to.