As they approached the table, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck Leon's mind — a sudden realization, a true mont of enlightennt. He rembered what his ntor had taught him. Instantly understanding what he had to do, he stepped forward with confidence, circled the table, and gently pulled out one of the chairs. Smiling, he looked at Angelica, tilted his head slightly, and said:
"Please, have a seat, my lady."
Angelica shivered slightly at the unexpected gesture. Her eyes widened a bit, and a soft, amused yet genuine smile touched her lips. Stepping closer, she responded in a slightly playful tone:
"Oh my... how gentlemanly of you..."
She walked up to the chair with grace, lowered herself onto it elegantly, her dress fluttering slightly as she moved, and added softly:
"Thank you~"
"You're most welco," Leon replied with dignity, then turned smoothly toward Olivia.
He walked over to the second chair nearby and, with the sa politeness and solemnity, pulled it out while turning to the young woman:
"Please, milady. Have a seat."
Olivia stood frozen for a mont, seemingly unsure of what was happening. Then, blushing slightly, she hurried over to Leon and sat down awkwardly, mumbling:
"Th-thank you..."
"No trouble at all," he replied gently, then took his seat beside the girls.
Thus, the evening feast began.
The rrint grew livelier by the minute. From the far end of the table ca a loud, boisterous laugh:
"Ha-ha-ha! You kids really know how to drink! At your age! My own children can't even compare — they either won't or simply can't! Ha-ha-ha!"
It was Barkus, cheeks flushed and a mug of beer in hand, laughing and drinking with the brothers Tony and Vito.
"Oh, you're not so bad yourself, Master Barkus," Tony replied with a grin, raising his mug.
"Master Barkus deserves respect not just for his work, but for his devotion to beer!" added Vito, clinking mugs with him.
On the other side of the table sat Jenna. She was slowly sipping red wine, staring blankly into the distance, not speaking to anyone. Her face showed clear irritation — all because of the outfit she had to wear. It seed she was still angry at everyone around her.
Next to her sat Nix, her brother, quietly sipping his beer and trying to stay unnoticed.
anwhile, Luce watched Finley and Colin like a hawk, making sure they didn't even think about touching alcohol.
Closer to the center of the table sat three people: Leon, Angelica, and Olivia. Their choice was red wine — aromatic, rich, and of the finest quality.
"Ah... that taste... An unparalleled bouquet. A true wine masterpiece," Angelica murmured sensually, slowly sipping from her elegant glass.
Leon took only a single sip. He didn't plan on getting drunk, but he couldn't refuse the mont. One glass — as a toast to the evening and the guests.
Olivia, however, was becoming increasingly enamored with the wine. After the first glass, her cheeks turned a soft pink, her gaze grew distant, and her movents took on a lazy, dreamy quality — as if she were floating in warm water. The second glass was too much: she giggled carelessly and, swaying slightly, laid her head on the table. It seed like she had fallen asleep.
But suddenly, to everyone's surprise, she shot up. With an unsteady but determined stride, she walked up to Leon, stopped right in front of him, and looked at him with her hazy eyes, smiling faintly. Her voice ca out unexpectedly soft and sincere:
"Leon... you're such a good person..."
Before he could respond, Olivia leaned forward and hugged him, pressing her chest right onto his head. Leon found himself trapped in her embrace, his face buried in her ample bosom. His thoughts scattered in all directions.
Is this... heaven? — the thought flashed in his mind as he tried to process what was happening, making no move so as not to offend the girl.
"You've done so much... for and for Angelica," Olivia continued, still holding him close. "You're so kind... so thoughtful..."
Her hand ca to rest on Leon's head, and she began to gently stroke his hair in a slow, almost motherly motion, as if trying to lull him to sleep.
Angelica, who had been watching this unexpected and slightly awkward scene from across the table, didn't imdiately understand what she was seeing. Her eyes widened, her face flushed a bright crimson, and with a small squeak, she covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her emotions.
anwhile, Olivia was finding it harder and harder to stay upright. Her knees began to buckle, and despite how pleasant the situation was, Leon had to act. He gently lifted his head and caught her before she collapsed.
"Angelica, Olivia's completely drunk. I'll take her to her room and be right back," he said, his voice calm but full of care.
Angelica, still red as a poppy and avoiding eye contact, quietly replied:
"U-uh... yeah, of course... Take your ti..."
Leon sighed and carefully picked Olivia up — like a true princess — then stood. She mumbled sothing incoherent, burying her nose into his shoulder, and relaxed in his arms.
He slowly walked toward her room, trying not to draw too much attention, though the eyes around the table were drawn to them like magnets. The feast continued, but the girl he carried left behind a trail of emotions, blushing cheeks, and whispering guests.
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