"I feel so embarrassed."
In the opulent ballroom glittering with gold, Glaya hung her head in shame, painfully aware of the frequent odd glances being cast her way.
However, Lynn, standing beside her, wearing a sharp-beaked raven mask, seemed to think otherwise.
He was holding a glass of drink, inserting the straw through the eye section of his raven mask, sipping with loud slurps.
"Since I'm wearing a mask, any embarrassment reflects on your Augusta family, not on me,"
he said cheerfully, his tone completely light-hearted.
Meanwhile, his gaze subtly scanned the surroundings.
The banquet had officially begun.
The ballroom bustled with activity. On the central stage, musicians were playing enchanting dance melodies.
Beside them, a long dining table draped with exquisitely patterned cloth held expensive silver candlesticks, along with an array of cold dishes including steak, desserts, and fruits, available for self-service.
