Naturally—and I repeat, naturally, not because I'm excessive (though I admit it runs in my precious blood)—my family immediately reacted like hungry lions discovering an intruder in their den.
Everyone, without a single command, moved with the same instinct: protect Liliane von Hohenberg.
Or... to be more honest: interrogate any handsome man who dared to breathe within a two-meter radius of me.
For a moment, the music that filled the ballroom seemed to fade away. All that was left was the thudding sound of my heartbeat—half from nervousness, half from trying not to burst out laughing at how absurdly dramatic my family could be.
Lucien, my handsome sorcerer—I mean, my very polite business partner sorcerer who just happens to have a face that could cause a diplomatic disaster—had just offered a kind smile, and boom! The three Hohenberg men were instantly on the front line, like a trio of royal guardian lions.
