"How long are you going to avoid me?" asked Odin as he lowered the parchment on his lap. Venus was almost done eating the berries and was ready to leave, but stopped upon hearing Odin's words.
He expected a response from her, but all she did was shoot a glare at him. She put the bowl on the table and left her seat. Odin realized that she hadn't forgiven him for his remark.
'I shouldn't be bothered because of it,' he thought and focused his attention on the parchment.
Venus thought of retreating to her room. The rain had been pouring since early morning, preventing her from even stepping out for a walk in the garden. As she made her way to the staircase, a servant called out from behind, causing her to halt.
"Miss Venus, the seamstress has sent the dress," the servant informed her.
