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Lionel found himself tasked with looking after Jane's dog for a few hours – the very pup he had gifted her upon his return to the mainland. The gesture had proven to be a perfect choice, and he was pleased to see the joy the little companion brought her. Jane, of course, took excellent care of the dog, but there were times when she couldn't be around, particularly when their mother whisked her away to social events in pursuit of a suitable match.

Their mother was persistent, especially when it came to finding a match for Jane. While Lionel supported the idea of his sister moving on, he couldn't condone the forceful approach. Unfortunately, he found himself unable to go against his mother's wishes.

It was a beautiful day, and the park was bustling with high lords and ladies engaged in socializing. Lionel, however, wanted no part in it. He greeted those he walked past, engaged in brief conversations, but kept it at that. Even those small interactions felt draining.

With the little white pup on a leash, he headed toward a more secluded part of the park, seeking solitude. Suddenly, the dog decided it had had enough exercise, rolling onto its back and barking excitedly at Lionel. Evidently, it was time for some affection. Bending down somewhat awkwardly – not entirely accustomed to such gestures – Lionel began stroking the dog. His initial attempts were a bit clumsy, but as he witnessed the pup's joyful reaction, his stiffness melted away.

"Yes, yes, you're a good boy, aren't you?" Lionel uttered with a softening gaze, his hand continuing to stroke the little pup's head. The simple joy of the moment enveloped him, filling his heart with warmth.

For a moment, Lionel felt transported back to his childhood, to the days spent playing in the gardens of the winter estate. Those precious moments when he could simply be a carefree child, frolicking around with his beloved dog. What was his name again? Something rather silly, he recalled. Ah yes, Haveagoodday! He had thought himself quite the comedian back then for coming up with such a name, although he cringed at it now.

The memory brought a nostalgic smile to his lips. It was fascinating how even the smallest things could evoke long-forgotten memories buried deep within a person. He hadn't thought about Havegoodday in years, but thanks to this little pup, it all came rushing back to him.

Lost in his reverie, Lionel hardly noticed when someone approached him. It was only when the dog bounced back to its feet and barked excitedly at the stranger that he snapped out of his thoughts. Slowly rising to his feet, he sighed inwardly. Of course, this brief moment of bliss had to be interrupted by one of his peers. Who could it be this time? Another young gentleman, perhaps? Or maybe some old lord claiming to have known his father? Or worse, a desperate mother trying to marry off her daughters to him?

"Lionel?"

His gaze shot upward at the sound of that voice, almost as if he couldn't quite believe it was her. But there she stood — Miss Penelope Villiers, as radiant as ever, with her enchanting smile. Panic briefly flitted through Lionel as he tried to compose himself, adopting his usual formal stance and tone. He hoped she hadn't been standing there for long, hadn't witnessed his moment of vulnerability just now. She probably had, though.

"Miss Villiers, what a pleasant surprise to see you here," he greeted, his voice distant but friendly.