NIRELLE

When I get to the front door, Lucien is waiting with a plastic bag in his hand. When I look down at it, he raises it and tilts his head.

"I asked the staff to pack some breakfast so you can have something to eat," he says before I can ask, and I almost jump at him in appreciation. I had been worried that we would be walking around without any food in our stomachs. "Shall we?" he added, and I nodded, walking towards him. He opened the car door for me and guided me into the car. I sat, ...