Running away is probably a bad idea, after all.
Unexpectedly, Sol goes all through the trouble of chasing after me when I escape. At this point, we're having a feverish race inside the salon. If there's anything that I'm grateful for in this situation, it's only the fact that most of the staff are in the fitting rooms right now. I can't afford letting them see a count's son race after a hoyden like me.
"If you won't stop this instant, I'd really believe that I did something wrong!"
At Sol's outburst, I finally step on my brakes. That sudden exclamation isn't what I intend to make him think of. Flummoxed, I just stand still in the middle of a hallway while he stops running as well. He then saunters towards me, but I only stoop my head low in shame.
"Let's talk there, Lillian," he muttered, nudging his head to a balcony, to which I just slowly nodded.
