Unfortunately, Dominic came out almost instantly, wearing a similar silky white robe.
However, he had chosen to wear matching pants and a shirt underneath.
With gentle hands, he removed Arette's soaked plaster and replaced it with a fresh one before helping her into a pair of white, low-platform slippers that were meant for her.
"Let's go have dinner," Dominic suggested, taking Arette's hand and leading her out of the room.
As they made their way through the mansion, Arette tried her best to memorise the route.
However, being someone with a poor sense of direction, she found herself lost by the time they reached the railings overlooking the living area on the third floor.
From her point of view, she could see the maids arranging dishes on an enormous dining table that could easily accommodate around thirty people.
As they descended the stairs and approached the table, Dominic took his seat at the head of the table.
