Irene was tense at such a question.
"When will you tell us that Sir Felix is someone you're interested in?" her mother had asked.
Irene could only stare at the woman who looked so much like her in disbelief. Her eyebrows lowered as she internally processed the strange question that had just been posed to her.
"Sir Felix is not someone I'm interested in," Irene insisted. "It would be inappropriate for the two of us to travel alone if there was something strange between us."
The girl distracted herself by pushing her hair over her shoulder uncomfortably. She didn't know how to handle such a question. It wasn't as if she had ever been someone desired or knew what it was like to desire someone. However, it didn't change her mind that she and Felix couldn't have been closer in the most platonic sense possible.
