"Of course," Sera said quickly, dipping her head.
"It was nice to meet you, Miss Hart," he said, offering a polite nod.
"Mr. Duvall?" Sera called.
"Yes, my dear?"
She lifted her free hand and gestured delicately between them. "My hand?"
Charles blinked. Looked down.
He was still holding her hand.
"Oh—Moon above, I'm so sorry. I'm… I'm sorry." He released her immediately, stepping back as if burned. "Forgive me."
"It's alright," Sera said gently.
Without another word, Charles turned and made his way toward Mrs. Blackwood, his stride stiff, mind racing. He had no idea what was happening.
Sera watched him go, brow furrowed.
"Does he seem off to you?" Sera asked quietly, leaning closer to Cyril.
