"Are you two done talking?" A pleasant voice sounded by his ear, and Kate appeared beside Adrian with a smile as radiant as flowers. She was dressed in a black gown, her hair pulled back, revealing a delicate collarbone and a graceful swan neck, carrying a small handbag, exuding both mystery and grace with a touch of sensuality.
"It's pretty obvious, I'm not Claude," Adrian shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not as comfortable with this as he is."
"How rare, to actually hear you admit there's something you're not good at." Kate raised her eyebrows in surprise, yet her smile didn't fade.
"There's no one who's good at everything in this world. Isn't it better to admit your shortcomings?" Adrian spread his hands and then smiled as he reached out to lightly trace her cheek, "Are you so happy tonight because lots of men have been hitting on you?"
