"I see that you are only a human and have no idea what this ball is about."
She paused and then turned around.
"You must have thought this ball was held for you? Right?"
"Pardon me?" She asked, her heart thumping in her ribcage.
"Maybe you should call the maid to wash the shirt you carelessly spilled the red drink on. I will agree to that now." He paused, seeing that she was reluctant to go.
He licked his lips, and a side of his cheek curled up as if enjoying teasing her, "and what do you think is the red drink?" By now the smile on his cheeks had dissipated like ice and seriousness crept up his face. "Ah, I see. You are much clueless about the entire thing."
Isadora stared at him, her gaze slowly balancing on the man's shirt. When she looked closely, she noticed that the colour of the red wine was different from the one the valent had served her and Elvis but they tasted much alike.
