Wyatt Lewis raised an eyebrow indifferently and said bluntly, "Sorry, I just don't want to give you a ride."
Emma Winton smiled magnanimously and raised an eyebrow, "No matter, I wasn't particularly eager to ride in your car either, I just think the second young master's behavior is rather childish."
Having said that, Emma fixed her piercing gaze on Aria Richardson for a few seconds, then slowly curved her lips into a polite nod and generously praised, "Miss Richardson has good taste; this outfit is very pretty."
Aria responded graciously, "Thank you, Miss Winton's is very pretty too."
Emma offered a gentle smile, "Shall we go in?"
"Sure."
Wyatt Lewis glanced worriedly at Aria, and Aria gently patted his hand, "Don't worry so much, it's just a banquet."
Wyatt tightly held Aria's hand, "You insisted on coming despite my objections; why would you want to attend such a witch's banquet?"
