Chapter 36: The selection 1

~ Lumiére's POV ~

Lumiére sat restlessly in his plush seat, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket as he waited for the next potential bride to enter the room.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the elaborate decorations and exquisite paintings that adorned the walls. It was a luxurious setting, fit for a man of his status, but it did little to lift his spirits.

As the door opened, he straightened his posture, trying to put on a polite smile. The next lady walked into the room, and he couldn't help but scowl.

Her dress was too gaudy for his tastes, and he could see the thick layer of makeup that covered her face. He couldn't fathom why they thought she would be a suitable match for him.

He watched her take a seat, and then smiled, because of the glare Reagan had thrown his way. Reagan, his right hand, had accompanied him to this selection surprisingly, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence.

At least he had someone to share his misery with. They exchanged a knowin