"Well… let us leave it to fate. Since Javier is already there,"
Francesca said softly, her smile serene as she glanced at her husband.
Garius inclined his head, smirk.
"Very well. It is not as though we planned it anyway."
"Yes~" Francesca's voice lilted lightly.
Her fan lifted gracefully, pointing subtly toward three particular figures.
"But I do wonder about those."
Across the banquet hall, Princess Mimi, Princess Delya, and Princess Felicia stood among their retinues. Their gazes lingered on the doors and windows, scanning the room again and again as though searching for someone.
Their expressions were unmistakable.
Anxious, eager, restrained by their status.
Their poise was flawless, yet beneath it burned the same anticipation, the same longing, that Francesca had already sensed.
She chuckled softly behind her fan.
"My, my… three princesses, each hoping to catch a glimpse of one boy. It seems our youngest has already caused quite a stir, hm?"
