When Cecily heard my response, her delicate face froze for a moment.

She stood there, speechless, for what felt like ages.

It was Lucius who finally broke the silence. He glanced at me casually and said, “You’re you. There’s no need to imitate anyone.”

When he said “anyone,” his sharp eyes landed directly on my face. A pointed remark, no doubt.

Cecily, on the other hand, looked at him like he’d just granted her a ...