Chapter 84 – Evelyne POV
Her lips brush against the back of my hand.
Soft. Too soft.
"Daphne, what are you doing?" I hiss, yanking my hand away and glancing around, heart racing.
But she just smiles—smiles—and steps forward, catching me by the waist with one arm, pulling me close.
"I'm only treating a noble lady with proper care, no?" she says, eyes gleaming with something mischievous.
I freeze.
I feel her fingers against my waist through the thin fabric of my gown and forget how to breathe.
She's always been charming in quiet, aching ways—but this?
This is new.
I do the only thing my panicked mind can think of.
I stomp her foot, flush red, and whirl away like a debutante who's read far too many scandal sheets.
And flee.
Something's wrong.
She's different.
I'm not imagining it. I know I'm not.
