"Your stare, darling." a slender finger tapped on Waiola's forehead, "it could kill someone."
She tore her attention away from Cailina who had just conversed with her brother after Viscount Higgins' daughter performed and met her mother's playful eyes, "Where is father?"
Her mother, Lady Saville, sighed as she gestured with her gaze at the direction of Lord Higgins. Waiola glanced and saw that her father was smiling at Cailean. It was enough that he was proud of how talented she was.
She failed to notice that her father left his seat. Her fingers softly tapped on the table as the gift of the Emperor prepared themselves at the center.
Despite her attempt to enjoy the show in front of her, she preferred if the banquet's course would be served. She looked at her surroundings, her eyes wandered about in the shadows. A silhouette briefly stood out from the darkness and vanished.
