Chapter 110- Cedric POV
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I tug the hat even lower when a group of ladies pass by me, their perfumes overwhelming, their voices light and careless like feathers drifting through a storm.
They don't recognize me. Of course they don't. Why would they?
They giggle and step up beside me, standing just a few paces away from the painting. Her painting.
"Oh goodness me, you can tell from the brushstrokes this Mr. Han loves the Duchess'," one says with a dreamy sigh.
Another one corrects her with a laugh, "It's been a year—former Duchess."
"Oh! My bad, she was Duchess for so long it's hard to change it."
"Yeah, but look at these." The third woman steps closer, tilting her head.
"I can't blame her. No wonder she left."
My jaw tightens.
"I mean," one of them continues, "I heard from a friend of a friend of a friend's cousin who knows the Duchess' maidservant, and she says that Mr. Han literally worships the ground she walks on."
"Gods," someone murmurs.
