"The wealthy families of Stellan prepared tonight's banquet for Young Master Crawford. Are you satisfied?" Nancy Monahan asked, her eyes narrowing with a smile.
Being three years older than Ryan Crawford, she felt she had just enough standing to speak with him on equal footing. They were the most renowned young heirs in the noble circles of Valerium, collectively known as the Young Lords of the Twin Eagles. It was common knowledge among The Twelve Noble Clans of Luminumbra: among the men, there was Ryan Crawford; among the women, Nancy Monahan.
She had only caught fleeting glimpses of him in the past; this was their first time speaking face-to-face.
"If Young Lord Monahan has something to say, please speak plainly," Ryan said. A hint of casual indifference rested on his breathtakingly handsome face as he looked at her with cold, dark eyes. Then, he lowered his gaze to check his watch.
It was eight thirty; the little lady should be finishing up on her end by now.
