The central house was a sight to behold, a lavish estate temporarily transformed for the grand dinner in honor of Young Viscount Horas and his wife.
Its stone façade, adorned with crimson banners and golden ornaments, stood tall against the backdrop of the dusky sky. The air was rich with the scents of roasted meats, fine wine, and freshly bloomed flowers imported for the occasion.
Lanterns glowed warmly, illuminating pathways that guided the privileged guests to their appointed seats of power.
Fenrir, Rui, Maric, and Mary Ann approached the entrance, their roles clearly defined before they'd arrived.
"I still don't see why I have to be the servant," Rui grumbled under her breath, adjusting her modest attire—a simple dark dress and apron far beneath her standards.
Her sharp gaze darted to Mary Ann, who walked confidently ahead in a flowing blue gown adorned with silver embroidery, exuding the presence of a proper noblewoman.
