As Arlan prepared for the day, Oriana dutifully resumed her role as his personal aide. She stood before him, meticulously attaching accessories to his attire, her gaze fixed on her task.
Arlan couldn't help but notice her demeanor, sensing that she still harbored some anger from their earlier exchange after waking up. Her lips were tightly pressed together, a clear sign of her effort to contain her displeasure as she unwillingly tended to her duties. A careful observation revealed the faint puffiness of her cheeks and a slight upward crinkle at the tip of her petite nose, which had taken on a faint hue of red.
'I didn't expect her to be this upset. Is she planning to avoid me altogether?" Arlan mused, concerned. However, he quickly reassured himself, thinking, 'Perhaps it's for the best, at least for now. This way, I can avoid her questions about last night. I can endure her anger for a while.'
