Slap.
The crisp sound resonated throughout the hall as all the nobles present looked at the pair standing in the middle.
A boy with white hair and sapphire blue eyes glared at the girl in front of him.
Meanwhile, the girl stood before him with her head bowed, her golden hair concealing her crimson eyes.
The handprint on her cheek stood out starkly against her fair complexion.
Her hand hung low as she tightly clutched a small ring.
"How many times do I have to say it, Grace?" the boy growled at her, making the girl flinch. "I chose Angilina because I wanted to. Don't try to come between us."
"B...but I am better—"
"Don't delude yourself, Grace," he interjected sharply, his voice laced with bitterness. "You have no place in my life anymore. Leave me be."
With a sharp turn, the boy walked out of the place, leaving the girl behind.
