The party was winding down, guess are already leaving now remaining the family and friends.
Rowan continued to chat with Astrid, despite noticing her obvious discomfort. He didn't want to force himself on her, so he decided to give her some space.
"I think I should go have a conversation with Uncle Desmond," Rowan said, pulling forward his chair. Astrid nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on some point beyond him.
With a polite smile, Rowan excused himself and walked over to Uncle Desmond, who was engaged in a heated discussion with Donald. Astrid watched him go, her expression unreadable.
As Rowan joined the conversation, he couldn't help but steal glances at Astrid, wondering how much she had changed.
She seemed so refined and elegant, a far cry from the cheerful, playful girl she used to be.
