Two weeks later, Grace sat across a round table in a private suite arranged by Jace while she absentmindedly twirled the cup of coffee in her hand.
Sitting opposite her was King Lester who appeared at a loss for words.
"I heard you got to know Mr Brandon through his son."
"Mmm. I got employed as his son's nanny… which I still am." Grace said bluntly. Why beat about the bush?
"But Sir Washington said…"
"… he's my fiancé," she finished for him.
"Why work as a nanny when you're such a skilled designer?"
"I see… so you've been asking around about me?"
"I'm sorry but some things can not stay hidden unless one is just not interested."
"And I take it that you're interested enough to want to know so much about me."
"Please, don't take it the wrong way."
"Why shouldn't I? You seek to know everything about me but keep yours hidden?"
"I haven't kept anything hidden from you. All you need to do is ask whatever you want to know and I'll tell you."
