"It's fine."
Marvin withdrew his gaze from Edward, tossing the invitation onto the counter: "Your letter."
"My letter?"
Levin picked up the invitation, completely baffled. Who could he possibly know in London given his current identity?
Breaking the wax seal, Levin took out a piece of paper from the invitation and read the beautifully penned script carefully, his eyes growing wider and his expression increasingly perplexed.
"Miss Helena... invites me to attend a wine-tasting tonight at the Marquis of Brecken's residence."
Levin handed the invitation to Marvin, his tone filled with utter astonishment: "I've just watched Miss Helena's performance at the Covent Garden Theatre and even exchanged a few words with her. This invitation..."
"That's right, it was delivered by the Great Prince."
"What's he trying to do?"
