"Emma, you are fidgeting," William said with a helpless smile as they stood before the tall entrance of Count Delimore's mansion.
Nana tilted her head back to see the high spires rising above the gates, her small mouth parting in awe.
The silver head shook her head quickly. "No, I am not. I am just… steeling my nerves. Give me a moment." She drew in several deep breaths, trying to calm the flutter inside her chest.
No one understood the weight of this meeting more than she did.
William only cared deeply about one person besides her, and that person was his father. That alone made this meeting important. It made her want to make the best impression she could.
Emma balled her fists and prepared herself to step forward. But before she could move, the heavy gates of the mansion slowly opened from the inside.
She straightened her back at once, readying herself to greet the Count.
But the person who stepped out was not the Count. Nor was it anyone she recognized.
