Eve leaned back on her chair, which did little to nothing as there was nowhere to escape when Ivan leaned in closer, inch by inch.
Gathering her composure, she cleared her throat and stood her ground, "I believe I am, since I came with Cece, and you..." She turned her face the other way to escape his intense molten red eyes.
Ivan noticed her avoidance and his lips curled into a faint smile, thinking that he had been right…that his little princess was running away from him after all.
"Hm…but I'm afraid Cece can't stay, as there's someone else who'd like her company at the moment," Ivan said in a low voice that tingled down Eve's ear. She turned her head towards him with a frown, silently questioning who he was talking about.
Cece, equally curious, looked behind Ivan, only to find a second familiar figure step onto the balcony. With pale blue hair and eyes, he looked guilty for being dragged along by the icy prince from the dining hall.
