"Next week, we will host a grand celebration for my beautiful Francesca. All of you must be present, no excuses. Nobles from across the kingdom will attend, so prepare yourselves accordingly."
Javier fought the urge to roll his eyes. Another noble party—boring as ever. His father was likely scheming to make connections again. Sigh.
Lost in thought, he didn't notice Liana leaning in until she gently dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. Her calm whisper brought him back to reality.
"Young master? What are you thinking?" she asked softly, briefly meeting his gaze. "You shouldn't lose focus while Lord Garius is speaking."
"Umm... okay," Javier mumbled, straightening up.
Meanwhile, Lord Garius continued his speech about the party. His tone was authoritative, and the head butler stood rigidly beside him, nodding at every instruction, a serious expression on his face.
