“Well” Fina cleared her throat, steeling her expression. “Then there’s no need for me to ramble further. Let’s enjoy the next course, shall we?” The question was just a formality. She didn’t bother waiting for anyone’s answers and nodded to their servers to bring out the next dish.
Hearing that, Scarlet turned away and watched as her bowl was lifted and the next plate of dish was served in front of her. She continued finishing her food.
Frederick felt the heaviness in the air. It was always there, he had always felt it, every time she and him sat or stood close.
He was unsure what to say. Should he say something in the first place?
Then his food was served out. And he chose to focus his attention on that.
All the while, Scarlet was thinking, deeply wished that Frederick was not Co
