Allen released Felicia's hand without revealing his face, and in silence, he walked away from the ballroom.
"A-Allen..." mumbled Felicia, grappling with her confusion.
The one certainty she clung to was that Allen's farewell carried weight. But what did the goodbye mean? Where was he headed?
Numerous queries swirled in Felicia's mind as she endeavored to conceal her emotions behind a forced smile. Trapped in the scrutinizing gaze of Oxwadeshire's elite, she couldn't hastily abandon the room without risking the tarnishing of her family's esteemed reputation.
Yet, despite the need for composure, concern for Allen nagged at her. She wanted to meet him and talk to him.
"Lady Felicia," someone called out in front of her.
"Prince Francis," Felicia responded, maintaining her forced smile.
"Would you like to ask me to dance?" she asked, momentarily forgetting the societal norm that dictated women should not take the initiative.
