Son Of A...

"I think I liked you..." 

Evangeline was very sure that she had slipped into some parallel universe. The wild Lucifer that she had fallen for had turned into a staid Lucien. And he was confessing to her. Eleanora had regained her memory out of the blue and was in love with the gardener who was not a gardener. And her father had retreated instead of standing over her protectively. She had definitely transmigrated...into some other dimension. 

Lucien cupped her face as he noticed her distraction and questioned, "Are you even listening to me? I like you Evangeline and that is why I did not..."

As he turned her head easily, telling her to look at him. The way he looked at her with no remorse, she felt red-hot anger course through her, "You! Stop right there! You... you you you... You son of a biscuit!!!" 

Lucien blinked at that," Excuse me?" Son of a biscuit? Was that a cookie?