Celine sitting beside Talia noted the changes in expression on Walter's face as she observed him. Her eyes searched for him, and she noticed his eyes got attracted to Talia like a moth to a flame.
Celine could see Walter trying to swallow some hard feelings down his throat and her heart squeezed with pain.
Don't cry, Walter... Can't you look at me for just one moment? I was resting on your shoulders for a long time today... You aren't even slightly moved by me? Why...?
Celine turned to look at Talia who was solely focusing on the Duke. She wanted to blame her, she wanted to hate her, but she couldn't in the end.
After all how could she hate someone who is honest with her feelings?
The Duke gritted his teeth, glaring at Walter. "What did he say to you when he met you back at your Palace? He wants to rise up high hugging your legs. Did he try to propose to you, yet? His charms are undeniable and I won't be surprised you are mesmerised. I worry for-"
