Eilika quickly tucked the shirt behind her back, her face flushing as he entered.
Earlier, she had been torn, weighing whether or not to actually give the garment to him. She had unwrapped it to check the fabric one last time, lost in thought, but Damian had arrived before she could make a final decision.
"I thought you were alone. In fact, you are," Damian remarked, his curiosity piqued as he stepped closer. His gaze fell to the floor, noting the discarded brown paper and the open packaging scattered near her feet. "What exactly are you hiding behind your back?"
"It's nothing," Eilika insisted, her fingers clutching the silk so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"You are clearly hiding something," Damian countered, a rare, low chuckle escaping him as he continued to close the distance between them.
"It's something personal. Why doesn't the Duke wait for me outside?" Eilika urged, her voice fluttering with embarrassment and hope.
