Smart but Stubborn

Hazel's POV

The silence that followed my confession was deafening. Sebastian's gaze burned into me while Eleanor studied me with new interest, like I was a puzzle she hadn't quite figured out.

"Inadequate?" she repeated, her silver eyebrows lifting. "That's not a word I'd expect from someone with your accomplishments."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The plush sofa suddenly felt too soft, like I was sinking into quicksand. "I just meant that our backgrounds are very different."

Sebastian moved closer, still looking devastatingly handsome in the suit I'd designed. "Hazel—"

"Sebastian, darling," Eleanor interrupted smoothly, "would you check if Agnes needs help with lunch? I'd like a moment with Miss Shaw."

Sebastian hesitated, looking between us. I could see his reluctance to leave, but he nodded. "Of course, Mother."

When the door closed behind him, Eleanor turned her full attention to me. Her eyes, so like her son's, were sharp and perceptive.