Present,
"How amusing, Marquess—" Aecilia said, her phone slipping into her pocket as she glanced up to see the Marquess standing beside her. She was about to call him out for being caught off guard, but instead, he interjected.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Avendial narrowed his gaze, fixing his attention on Aecilia. He was keenly aware that the garden area and Aria were visible from here; even now he could see Aria standing quietly with her gaze lowered, lost in her own dilemma.
Avendial turned his focus back to Aecilia, who looked perplexed by his words—her brow raised in confusion.
"Marquess, are you trying to change the subject?" Aecilia sighed, recognizing his attempt to divert the conversation. It was all too clear from the straightforward expression on his face.
However, without acknowledging her, Avendial began to move toward the corridor, leaving her feeling completely ignored.
