Chapter 5 - The Glass Shatters
"Miss Whitmore," Elliot said, his voice smooth and commanding. "It is an honor to finally stand before you in my proper attire."
Brianna laughed nervously. "In your proper attire? What an unusual way to put it, Elliot."
"Is it?" Elliot turned slightly as Aunt Eleanor was wheeled into the center of the room by Maddie, who was wearing her simple house assistant uniform, carrying a tray of fresh drinks.
Maddie kept her eyes down, attempting to stay out of the spotlight, but as she stepped near the head table, her eyes met Elliot's.
She froze.
The broad shoulders. The sharp jawline. The deep, piercing dark eyes.
Even without the torn coat, the muddy boots, and the gray beard, Maddie recognized him instantly. Her breath caught in her throat, and the silver tray in her hands wobbled slightly.
Elliot gave her a small, gentle nod—the exact same subtle nod he had given her in the garden cottage when she handed him the warm tea.
It was him, Maddie realized, her heart hammering against her ribs. The homeless wanderer was Elliot Carter.
Brianna, oblivious to the silent exchange, stepped closer to Elliot, reaching for his arm. "Elliot, please allow me to introduce you to the city council members who arrived early—"
Elliot stepped back, dodging her touch with effortless grace.
"Before we discuss business or marriage, Miss Whitmore," Elliot said loudly enough for the entire ballroom to hear, "I believe I owe you an apology."
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Victoria stepped forward, confused. "An apology, Mr. Carter? For what?"
"For trespassing on your private property yesterday," Elliot said, his voice echoing across the quiet room. "And for eating your soup when I was caught in the rain."
