207 - The Most Memorable Dinner
“Are you alright, Gwen?” Delice asked as they walked further down the hallway, taking their time.
“Of course, I am alright,” Gwen responded immediately, allowing a smile to light up her face before she looked away from Lady Delice.
That was such a convincing response and if Delice hadn't been so observant, she would have believed her. There was something gloomy about Gwen’s aura tonight, like something was definitely bothering her.
She was certain of it.
“I know you, Gwen. Tell me what is wrong.”
“Mil—”
“Tell me.”
“I am only sad that I have to leave, that is all.”
“And?”
Gwen stopped in her tracks.
“My mate is not well.”
“What is the matter?”
“His leg. The injury from the war. It hurts horribly lately with the increased cold weather.”
“The strain of cold night,” Delice said passively.