Chapter 77: Maturity Makes One Change
Amade halted in his steps as he took time to process what his young Lord just conveyed to him. His eyes turned skeptical from the beginning, but when he thought deeper into Cassian’s words and also analyzing why someone like Cassian would marry a lady he barely knew, Amade had no choice but to believe.
"How are you so sure she’s the same girl?" He asked after catching up with Cassian, looking unconvinced as they went down the stairs. "That girl, although I only saw her figure running away from the gate, she didn’t look anything like the new lady you married, either that or I’m practically getting older."
As they went down the stairs, the servants quickly greeted Cassian. Some of them had begun to paint the walls of the house with totally different colors. The paintings on the wall were being replaced with fresh new ones, and Amade could spot Frederick monitoring a painter who was busy creating a fresco masterpiece on the walls downstairs.
The servants were dutifully scrubbing the tiled floor when Cassian and Amade made it down the long stairs. Everyone was currently busy and all of this was to get the house prepared for the celebration hosting in two days. Richard might not be in agreement to Lord Cassian’s wedding, but he certainly won’t let the celebration be a bore to the guests showing up.
Amade understood the competition that circulated mostly in the upper East quarters. No one would certainly want to fall last when it comes to having a dynamic celebration, and he could only hope and pray that his Young Lord gains his sight completely before the celebration day.
Orson rose to his feet when he saw Cassian heading for the living room with Amade waiting behind. Lady Elaine was busy indulging herself in a warm conversation with the young man, keeping him company, and she stopped talking when her son walked into the living room to join them.
No doubt, Cassian had already sensed his mother’s presence.
"Morning.... Mother." He greeted with a slight bow, and Elaine gently dropped her cup of tea on the saucer that was on the table in front of her. She raised her head up to look at her son who was standing at the end of a couch adjacent where she sat.
"Where are you two going?" She asked, ignoring his greeting since she knew he would use it as a distraction to lure her mind elsewhere. "You haven’t recovered, you should be resting and attending to your health before the celebration. I am sure you don’t want the guests blabbering about the Duke’s son turning blind."