Chapter 367 Time Alone

• *Sylvester's POV*
• Being an Ingram, of the gentry and its old traditions, I had grown accustomed to luncheons being nothing less than a grand affair—measured courses, discreet staff, conversation gilded with silver and porcelain.
• I had not realised, at least not consciously, that I had been setting Stradanie in that same expectation. Only this time, it would be she alone who bore the strain of such a performance.