In the bright banquet hall, high-society individuals held goblets, savoring the sharp wine while engaging in lively conversations.
Waiters in white uniform glided through with their silver platters, adeptly weaving through the crowd. In a corner of the hall, the orchestra played a magnificent symphony, its melodious tune cleansing the air. Along the edges of the long table covered in white cloth and laden with an array of cakes and delicacies, Yuniya stood on her tiptoes, straining to gaze at the fruit tart piled high like a pyramid, saliva nearly dripping from her mouth.
But she couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she stretched her arms, she couldn't touch the fruit tart at the center of the table, it seemed like the most unreachable distance in the world, untouchable.
"Here."
Levin, noticing her longing glances, plucked a fruit tart and offered it to her.
But Yuniya did not take it, she didn't just not take it, she also shrank closer to Marvin with caution.
