In Hawke Manor's underground wine cellar.
When Monica's figure appeared at the corner of the staircase, Sofia greeted her with delight.
"Monica, you finally came! I thought you wouldn't!"
Monica glanced at her indifferently, then his gaze became somewhat fixed... Her dress shocked him, this attire of hers shocked him.
Yes, that year when she was sixteen, wearing this same dress, her curly beautiful long hair falling freely, they snuck many drinks in this wine cellar. Drunk, that bewildering night, nearly went too far...
He hadn't forgotten all the details of his memories; they came back to him effortlessly.
That night, she was so incredibly beautiful and enchanting...
Seeing Monica with a somewhat absent look, Sofia knew she had achieved half her goal. She reached out her soft hand, took Monica's, and whispered tenderly by his ear, "My dear, let's drink heartily tonight..."
