Celia stood at the edge of the courtyard, sheltered from the rain under a small overhang. She knew she was awfully close to shedding tears.
Lucas had not only known that she yearned to see the group of new friends she'd made over the summer, he'd taken it upon himself to find a pretext to arrange a visit. At no benefit to himself.
Actually, the opposite was the case. If Tobin were to hear that Celia had been brought here, Lucas was risking his prince's anger. Yet he still did it.
Because he wanted to see her smile, he'd said.
Those were probably the loveliest, most poignant words anyone had ever said to her.
She wanted to say something to him, to acknowledge what he'd done for her, but what? How to explain the warm glow his deeds had caused to bloom in her heart?
Anything she said would probably end up drowned out by the sound of rain pelting down into the courtyard and on the surrounding roofs.