Lady Gracelle returned to her seat, Still feeling flushed from the whirlwind of emotions. Gracelle sat beside Javier, holding her juice glass with slightly shaking hands. Her heart hadn't slowed down at all. She drank the juice quickly, hoping it would cool the fire in her chest.
Meanwhile, Liana watched the young lady and her young master. She could see it clearly—Gracelle was completely smitten.
All it took was one dance and a kiss? Unbelievable! This girl is already head over heels, isn't she?
Liana felt a tightness in her chest and a spark of irritation.
Hmph! Young master, if you're going to be this reckless, don't come to me later for a kiss or anything else. You'll get nothing! Just ask this noble young lady next time. I'm sure she'll be happy to oblige.
She kept her calm expression, but a mischievous idea formed in her mind.
Two can play this game, young master. Let's see how you handle this.
She stepped forward, looking calm and professional, and said sweetly
