'Not to this degree...'
She seemed completely oblivious to the predatory looks being directed her way, too lost in her delusions to notice she had just painted a big target on her own back.
'...No.'
That was beyond mere foolishness. It was a public spectacle that could, no, did damage her family's standing and make her a laughingstock.
'...Does she not see it? Or... does she not just care?' Vance couldn't understand her at all.
She was willingly becoming a pawn in whatever game the crown prince was playing, and she was too infatuated to even see the board. And that she was just a mere pawn.
'...Urgh. I can't stand it.'
He watched as Bane gently, but firmly, extricated his arm from her grasp, offering her a smile that seemed loving to the crowd but to Vance's eyes looked like a handler calming an excitable pet.
The prince's mask of benevolent playboy was flawless, but Vance didn't believe it one bit. If he did, there would be no difference between him and Carmine.
'Hmm?'
