Loreen's POV
The silence between them felt awkward.
The young lady in front of Loreen would not meet his gaze, and he found himself studying her carefully, trying to match her face and personality to the Lady Candice he had met three nights ago.
"You're here because I was chosen as your bride, isn't it?" Candice muttered.
Loreen narrowed his eyes and nodded. "That's right… Do you have any problems with that?" he asked.
She opened her mouth to speak, but then paused and shook her head.
Loreen sighed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the ring he had recovered at the ballroom, and placed it carefully on the table in front of her.
"You dropped this a few nights ago at the ball while leaving," he said.
She looked at the ring and frowned. "You are mistaken. This ring does not belong to me," she said quietly.
Loreen arched a brow, trying to hide his surprise. Was it really possible for someone to not recognize their own ring?
