(Arata)
We arrived at our destination with both of us casting covert glances at each other throughout the way.
None of us could keep our gaze to ourselves.
Getting out of the car while Caysir held the door open for me, I smoothed out my velvet dress; the texture was so soft against my fingers.
Karsten straightened his coat and adjusted his tie. The expressions he held while holding his tie told me he didn't like wearing it.
I had drawn the conclusion that he didn't even know how to knot it.
Offering me his hand, he asked gently.
"Shall we?"
I placed my hand in his large one and his fingers instinctively clasped against mine.
"Let's."
We entered the grand residence of Azbial Wittal, who had organised this event.
