Dinner was supposed to be a quiet affair, until he stepped into the dining hall and saw the entire intimate setting Priscilla had put up.
All he had told her was that she should serve something special.
And she didn't do just that.
She went ahead and set up scented candles, vases full of red and white roses and a harpist at the corner.
He glanced around the room in search of the culprit.
She stood by the door that led to the kitchen clasping her hands together. And she was wearing a silly expression on her face.
Even the table had been changed to something round and much smaller. It was an original table from Sweden, just as the previous one had been.
"Won't you sit down, my lord?"
Theo shot her a look. "You are trouble, Priscilla."
Priscilla grinned, her eyes dark in the light of the candles. "Shall I take that as a compliment?"
Theodore shook his head and pulled out a seat for himself.
Whether he liked it was the least of his problems…
