The faint scent of sandalwood wafted over.

Behind the table was a screen with a drawing of a lady-in-waiting from historical times. The melodious harmony was coming from behind the screen.

The servers poured the two of them cups of tea before leaving the room.

Lucas let the beautiful music carry him away. His slender fingers softly tapped the tabletop in tandem with the rhythm.

Hera carefully blew on her steaming cup of tea as she watched the handsome Lucas.

When they entered the tea house, she had caught sight of several female customers and employees gazing at her with envy.

She could not help but revel in being the object of their jealousy.

She adored being the center of attention.

If only… We could stay like this forever.

As time slipped away, the harp continued to play, its tune just as captivating as ever.

impatient and huffed, “Lucas, do you think she’s just out to

shushed

of loneliness threaded through the dulcet

league of its own. She might

sound barraged its listeners from all directions with its intensely brutal melody. The overwhelming gravity

his brow. Ms. Saunders

moment, a sharp note marked the end of the music. The

cold lips murmured, “Ms. Saunders, my name is Lucas Nolan. You were introduced to me by Ashlyn Berry and Mrs.

room. He respectfully gestured towards Lucas and

led by the server to the other

the area past it was enormous. The server pulled aside a sheer

was filled to the brim with books, some of which were the only

an antique cabinet. Lucas’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the

advanced further, they came across

though they

paper perforated the air. The intoxicating scent was enough to convince a person they had truly

sole dark red table. An antique bench was set down along every side of the table and a gently smoking incense burner sat atop

woman clad in bright red historical clothing was perched on one of

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