The Gilded Trap

I lazily ran my fingers through my hair, propping my chin on my hand as I gazed out the window. "So whether with thorns or not, I'm still just a flower in your eyes."

Declan blinked, a little thrown off. Just then, lunch arrived. He lowered his voice, "Alright, let's enjoy the meal."

I ate leisurely while Declan seemed lost in thought. He barely touched his food, and only half a bottle of red wine