Chapter 20: Lydia becoming a favourite meal.
Morning.
Dining hall, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Theodore, without haste, led them to the dining room or more appropriately for the setting her gaze met, a dining hall, it was just as enormous as every room in the mansion and also scarcely adorned with decorations, she stifled a small smile. She has so much work to do and she loves it already
The breakfast was soon dropped one by one by Conan as he ove in and out of the room to drop the set of arranged dishes Lydia’s mind drifted to what she saw last night, she had been sure it was a dream after she woke up but she’d never been one to have lucid vivid dreams as such before, or it was just her mind trying to lie its way out of the shock. Theodore doesn’t look like someone who’d killed on his wedding night with his bride still lying on their bed in her white dress.
But he is.
She looked up to meet his electric blue eyes already trained on her fiercely studying her, she shuddered, will he hurt her if he knew she saw what transpired last night? Will she let her curiosity die and not ask who the man was and why he’d know her by name, why he had called her out and why she had failed him by not intervening?
Theodore gave her a small nod even though she didn’t ask a question before realizing he was also talking and she hadn’t been listening, he smiled.
There were so many seats, that an outsider would assume the occupants of the house were enormous, but she knew better now.
The food was just as she thought, so fancy she was scared to dive in, not like she’s allowed to do that back at Statham estate.