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Cheska and Oliver enjoyed their tea amidst the cozy, floral ambiance of the private room. The desserts were delightful, with the coffee-flavored cheesecake earning her admiration.
"This is so good," she beamed, savoring the rich, creamy flavor.
Halfway through her slice, Cheska set her fork down and glanced at Oliver. "By the way, do you know anything about the Master of Alchemy? Is he... suspicious?"
Oliver's gaze narrowed slightly as he studied her, his usual composed demeanor tinged with curiosity. "Why do you want to know?"
Cheska leaned back in her chair, her fingers twirling a strand of hair as her gaze drifted toward Oliver.
Her voice was light, yet her words carried weight. "Her Highness Ayessa seemed to be looking for him earlier. She had this pained, frustrated expression, like she didn't know where to start. I thought maybe I could help her find him."
