It was close enough to the stage to watch the performance, but also with more free space around it compared to most seats.
Realizing her blunder, Kamila laughed the whole way while holding the bouquet.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Where should I put these flowers?"
Before she finished the phrase, a waiter brought a vase while another carried a third chair so the bouquet could spread its fragrance without standing between them. Kamila didn't miss how the staff was too friendly and the table too good for two new customers.
Her mother's words started echoing in her mind and made her face turn glum.
"Be honest. Do I really look like a mortician?" Lith mistook her expression for disapproval and cursed at himself for not following his sister's advice about dressing in light colors.
"What? No. It looks good on you, but if I were you, I would take off the jacket. You are a little overdressed." She said while smiling again at the odd question.
