They have gathered at one table.
"Why don't you guys attend the ball too?" Elena said suddenly.
"Ball?" Suzette muttered.
"Yes. It happened to be that the king of Kotzen will hold a banquet for something," Elena answered with a smile.
"But that would be presumptuous of us to attend when we aren't invited," Serg commented.
"Don't worry. You have me," Elena beamed.
(Ball?) Suzette is lost in deep thought for a moment.
(Why does it sound something to me? Banquet in Kotzen? What might I have forgotten about that banquet? Think Suzette, think!) A memory flashed in her mind.
"Suzette?" Shandri called out for her.
"Yes?" Suzette answered unconsciously.
"Will you attend?"
"Yes, my lady. How could such I let pass this chance?" Suzette smile.
"I see."
"Will you not be attending, my lady?"
"Why do you keep calling me my lady? We aren't in the master and servant standing anymore," Shandri said.
"Then, what shall I call you?"
"My name?"
