Gastone tapped his fingers on his thigh as he waited for Giselle in the private room. He looked around and found the place gloomy, as if it hadn't been built to cater to children.
It has been fifteen minutes, but Giselle hasn't arrived yet.
"Why is she taking so long?" Gastone muttered, getting anxious as the time kept ticking.
However, the door burst open and revealed a familiar scent.
"I can't believe you personally visited me after vanishing for a long time. Where have you been anyway?" Giselle greeted with a smirk.
Gastone stood and stared at Giselle. His heart was beating so fast as he finally met her again.
"Giselle," Gastone whispered. His throat became dry. "I have something to talk about."
"Please sit," Giselle said, crossing her legs and staring intently at Gastone on the opposite side.
