Lilian pressed her fingers to her temple, rubbing it in frustration. "This isn't the first time his name has caused trouble. We could have waited. But no, you had to make it seem urgent."
Edgar remained silent, his gaze lowered, offering no explanation.
"..."
Lilian narrowed her eyes, irritated by his lack of response. "What?"
He sighed softly but still said nothing, making her irritation spike even more. She shifted in her seat, brushing off imaginary dust from the golden silk dress she had specially arranged for today's function. The embroidery shimmered faintly in the afternoon light, but now it was wasted.
"I had this dress made just for today," she muttered, more to herself than to him. "Just to remind Belle and the others that I am still the Queen Dowager, and I am still above them. But thanks to you, Edgar, that plan is ruined."
