Lily entered the kitchen, the morning light catching the steam rising from the cup.
She had prepared a special blend of warm tea, hoping the fragrance alone would help Viella look refreshed for the chaotic day ahead.
As she turned with the tray, she suddenly bumped into a hard chest.
The tray tilted, the tea sloshing toward the edge, but Lily's reflexes were as sharp as ever. She caught it just in time, balancing the tray with a steady hand.
She looked up at the tall figure towering over her.
Lucian stood there, his arms crossed as he looked down at his expensive shirt. A tiny, barely visible splash of tea had dampened the fabric near his midsection. He raised his eyebrows, a look of mock offense crossing his handsome face.
"Are you blind or what?" Lucian asked, his voice dripping with a playful arrogance.
"Can't you see a tall, handsome man literally standing right here? Look what you did to my shirt. This is exclusive silk, you know."
