"If you insist, then thank you, Count Vaughn," I replied, and then I bowed to him as I pulled the hem of my dress. "And if you would not my request too much, Count Vaughn, please do call me as Csilla," I added with a smile on my face.
"The pleasure is mine, Csilla. After all, that is what I used to call you not until you confronted me about that," laughed Count Vaughn Hayes Read as he mentioned the commotion I made earlier.
"Ah, hahaha! That, hahaha," I laughed nervously and awkwardly upon reminiscing the events. Oh, how embarrassing.
Then suddenly, brother Seymour William turned around and faced Count Vaughn Hayes Read as he took a glimpse of me at the same time.
"Vaughn, if you wouldn't mind, I will excuse myself and Csilla first," brother Seymour William asked, cutting off my first and friendly conversation with Count Vaughn Hayes Read, who turns out to be my childhood acquaintance.
