Her anger subsided for a second. There were several waiters and waitresses, pouring what looked to be expensive bottles of wine. The purplish-red liquid sloshed and poured into each cup.
Their appetizers had not arrived and the guests all gossiped and laughed. Once the wine had been poured, they awaited the princess to take the first sip.
Luciean made his way towards the front end of the table, escorted by a waiter. He leaned in close to the archduke's ear. The archduke listened before he smiled, changing to the empty seat next to the countess.
Luciean smiled taking the seat next to his brother. Feyan gave a smile before shying away a little. Fumeko tugged on Jotou's red blouse sleeve, "Jotou."
The blonde turned, "Huh, what is it?"
"The drinks seem weird. Yours and mine look the same, but the countess's and the archduke's look different," she hushed.
Jotou knitted her brows, "What do you mean?" she glanced at her cup.
