Lucien froze at the sight before him.
Tracy stood in the foyer, radiant as ever, her soft curls catching the glow of the chandelier. The faintest glimmer of perfume followed her ,something floral, sharp, too bright for the quiet space. She smiled at him, polite but pointed, the corners of her lips lifting just enough to show she knew the effect she had.
And then came Merida's voice, warm and unaware of the chaos that suddenly bloomed in Lucien's chest.
"Lucien," she called cheerfully, her heels clicking against the marble floor, "Tracy's here for dinner. I thought it would be nice for her to get accustomed to everyone before the ceremony."
Ceremony. Oh the engagement that is yet to come
The word landed like a brick, heavy and final.
