Aristele had ruffled her hair only to have Evangeline glare at him for ruining her hair. He had promised to return in haste with a jovial hum; Rowan followed after him before giving Lumielle a bow. Now, she was standing by herself with a glass of champagne in her hand. She had broken the other one. Inspecting her palm, she saw that she had cut herself ever so slightly with the glass. It didn't even sting.
Lumielle glanced at the Priest who walked toward her. He had been with Cosette previously, she had noted. Leo stiffened as Lumielle allowed him to approach. "His Holiness asks for your discretion."
Jenoix?
"Why don't you dance?" She questioned. It was his cue to leave her side, her eyes went to Yennefer who was smiling with some noblemen, obviously charmed by her kindness. Leo's eyes met Lumielle's as she smiled.
"I will heed your order," Leo said, bowing his head. With that, she sauntered off alone.
