"Lady Alvira..."
At that moment, Heather approached softly, calling out.
Hearing Heather's voice beside her, Alvira snapped back to reality and asked,
"Is Aria unhappy?"
"...I haven't told her about your decision yet. Naturally, she hasn't started fussing."
Alvira nodded, picked up her knife and fork, and prepared to take a bite of the remaining steak on her plate.
"Then what happened?"
"...Yan Huan."
As soon as the words dropped, Alvira's hand holding the knife and fork paused involuntarily.
Soon after, she turned to look at Heather.
"Yan Huan is here, wanting to see you."
"...Let him in."
"Yes."
After thinking for a moment, Alvira put down her knife and fork and picked up a napkin to wipe her hands.
"..."
A few minutes later, the main door opened, revealing a handsome young man in a formal suit, with his hair neatly combed.
Sitting at her seat and glancing at Yan Huan, Alvira asked casually,
"You have school today, and yet you found the time to buy a new suit?"
