Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

The scar identifies him.

-Lauren-

My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since my coffee and bagel at breakfast. It was now near sunset. I gave up standing on the porch and went in. I tried to put aside the imagination of Christian reacting when he finds out I came back here. The usual made was at the entrance, waiting for me. Things seemed off as she didn't flash her usual welcome smile. I moved past it and relayed my pleasantries.

'Please, wait in her drawing room. She's out for now but I'm sure it's not going to take long'

Why did she go out when we chose this time to meet ourselves. The maid took me to the room, offered me some fruit juice before leaving me alone. Seconds ticked by into minutes and she was yet to arrive. Getting washed up by boredom, I chose to do a little exploration. I walked into the small main patio at the back of the mansion. The view was beautiful from there. One could see the garden, the sun set, the beautiful view of the estate too. I walked towards a large hall, the din