From time to time, her gaze wandered. The walls got covered with ivory wallpapers with sand-colored linings. The chandelier hung from above cast a golden glow upon them. From the left found enormous bookshelves housed a myriad of books.
'There's a party right outside, but I hear little to no sound; I'm impressed. It's warm and cozy in here too. Like a fireplace was lit up to crack and burn the dry wood in it.'
The night was young; the celebration went on and on without Anasthasia and Alphonse. Both of them were in the study room inside the manor of Evergreen. She sat, crossed ankles, and indulged, taking a sip from her tea.
'However, did he take me so lightly?'
She placed the tea on the table and took a glimpse of him. He sat across from her at the table, and he remained calm—he bore no ill will. Meanwhile, she could hear the maids with their soft clacks on the marble floor as they tend to the guest's needs like them.
