Oliver set his fork down and looked straight at Gerard. His expression was calm, though his mind was already running through possibilities. A trap? A political ploy? Or a genuine gesture of thanks? Still, refusing outright would likely cause more trouble than it solved.
"…Alright," Oliver said finally. "We'll accept the invitation."
Gerard's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Excellent decision. The viscount will be pleased." He dipped his head respectfully. "I shall send a carriage this evening to escort you to the estate. Please be ready by then."
With that, he turned sharply on his heel and departed, his footsteps crisp against the wooden floor until the door closed behind him.
The silence he left in his wake lasted only a few seconds.
Then Serena leaned across the counter, eyes wide. "You're going to the viscount's estate?! Do you realize what a big deal that is?"
Oliver blinked. "…Not really."
