Loter frowned in confusion and threw the ball again. Somehow, the ball rotated once more before hitting the tennis table, missing my glasses this time as well.
"Could it be you miss on purpose because you are unwilling to treat me to a glass of wine? I knew it wouldn't be good for my sister to date a miser!" I berated him, making his face turn ugly.
"How can it be?!" He exclaimed in surprise, "Could the balls be defective?" He glared at the waiter handing the balls. Given how extravagant the place was, we weren't expected to fetch the balls. A waiter supplied us with the balls and ran to bring them back. I don't think it was a service they provided for the gaming room and only did so because of the special event.
"No, Young Master, I have been giving the balls randomly," The waiter immediately denied nervously, knowing he could not afford to anger the rich people in the room.
