Lucia nodded softly, as if accepting that objection without the slightest resistance.
Her fingers continued resting delicately on her own arm, and her posture maintained that impeccable composure that didn't break even in the middle of tension.
"You're right, it's different," she responded, and her voice acquired a sweet nuance, almost intimate.
A slight blush began to spread across her cheeks, visible even under the room's faint light. It wasn't exaggerated, but marked enough not to go unnoticed.
"For me."
Her lips curved in a contained smile. She lowered her gaze slightly, and her hands interlaced over her chest, as if protecting something of her own.
"Being young master Lloyd's maid is an honor."
The way she said it left no room for doubt.
It wasn't an empty statement.
She embraced herself with a contained gesture, and the blush intensified barely a bit more.
