'I'm sure you know…???????'
My head whipped towards Azriel who was subtly avoiding my gaze.
Azriel! I told you not to do anything!
Ugh…
Ah…
Damn it.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Azriel said, feigning innocence. He waved his hand dismissively, "You may leave now."
The pair of father and son bowed obediently and took their leave. Well, Emery took a long look at me then he scoffed.
Ugh, that arrogant little shit!
Is he fucking looking down on me?!
The gift giving continued on, with so much in line, Azriel had asked someone to serve me food.
So, I nibbled on the chef's special dessert that was specially made for my taste–bitter cake.
"Is it delicious?" Azriel suddenly turned towards me whilst the servant recited the presents given by the Rizetta family.
"Yes. The chef had outdone himself again." I answered, taking another bite.
"Really?" He asked, the motive in his voice clear.
"…"
Is this really necessary? Marquis Ethel clearly doesn't give a fuck.
