With Nicholas seeming off during the ball, Sophia was left to assume he didn't enjoy her company.
"What's with that look of yours, you alright?" Louis asked as he handed his sister a glass of bubbly. He'd come back alone, without his countess friend.
Clarisse was chatting with a couple of other royals, occupied at the moment.
Sophia took the glass without any hesitation. A lesson Nicholas would come to learn was to never try to separate a Windsor from her - or his - champagne.
"Nothing to worry yourself about, Lou," she answered nonchalantly, disregarding the kaleidoscope of butterflies in her stomach.
"Oh, really?" Louis asked expectantly as he handed Nicholas a glass of bubbly as well. One thing Emilia was particularly good at was choosing the right type of champagne for the occasion. Her chosen champagne for the night was on point.
Sophia blinked.
"Yes," she answered, taking a sip from her wine glass.
"Of course I'm alright," Sophia answered, waving Louis off.
