you could feel his eyes on you, he wasn't even trying to hide it. he was definitely checking you out. you were nervous about the outcome of this whole conversation, while his eyes were piercing into you

"why does he keep staring at me" you though to yourself

"then it's settled" the voices taking you back "this will be a beneficial arranged marriage" your father smiled, but you didn't want to ruin the mood

your eyes met with Scaramouche yet again, this time he was smirking