"Who is that angel?"
"She's so beautiful!"
"The most perfect..."
"She is a goddess!!"
The commotion grows among the nobles like fire in dry grass; men are dumbfounded, and women are so envious that Aria can feel her skin burning under their stares.
Eve runs into Arthur's arms, and even Margaret feels a bit envious of Aria attracting all the attention, but Arthur smiles at her, which makes her feel proud as well.
Aria notices this and whispers to her, "The person you want to admire you is looking at you, so don't mind the others." She comments and starts walking towards Arthur. Margaret smiles and also slowly walks in that direction.
The nobles keep talking about them, and some more daring ones try to approach the girls, especially the Viscount's youngest son, Esmond.
He kneels in front of Aria, "My Lady, your beauty—" but before he can finish his sentence, Aria quickens her pace and passes by the young man, completely ignoring him.
