“Good evening, Viola. I didn’t know you came as well.” Lord Cyril’s face gently softened to a smile, and he left his friends to come toward us. Before he could reach me, Jamie shoved herself in between us.
“Good evening, Lord Cyril. What business do you have with Viola?”
“Good evening to you as well, Lady Jamie. I wanted to have a little chat with Viola; am I not allowed to?”
Jamie started to nod, but she paused as if she remembered something. “Oh, but you did help me out a lot the other day...”
She dropped her aggressive attitude, looking a little nervous. At the same time, her father, Marquess Preston, appeared and led her away. I wasn’t sure where he took her to, but I hoped that nothing was wrong.
“She’s the same as always. How’ve you been?” Lord Cyril asked.
“I’ve been doing well, thank you.”
“I see that your memories still haven’t returned?”
“Yes...”
I’d always felt guilty at the fact that I was lying about my amnesia, but lately I’d been feeling even worse.
“Oh, you’re blushing. Is something the matter?”
“Um, well, something happened recently that made me happy.”
After I said that, Lord Cyril asked if the “something” had to do with Phillip. I easily nodded at that, and he looked at me in surprise.
“I’ve never seen you look like that before,” he said.
“I-Is that so?”
“Yeah. Don’t tell me...you’ve fallen for Phillip?”
The question took me off guard, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Lord Cyril was awfully inquisitive today, but why would he ask me something like this? Despite my confusion, I easily met his deep emerald eyes straight on to give him my answer of “Yes.”
“Even if Phillip is lying to you?”
“Yes. To tell the truth, I’m a huge liar myself.”
I smiled after I said that, and Lord Cyril looked surprised before he smiled sadly, his eyebrows curved downward. “I see... I guess it wouldn’t bother you if you loved him.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, so I didn’t say anything and merely tilted my head to the side in curiosity.
After a moment, Lord Cyril said, “I’ll take you back to Viscount Westley,” and then together, we went back to my father.
“Um, thank you very much.”
“It’s fine. I’ll be off, then.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Right... See you, Viola.”
As he waved to me farewell, I noticed that strangely, the expression on his face was the same one he wore the day he confessed to me.