Ellie Miller: "..."
Just now, was The Duke of Coldcrest instructing her on how to get rid of a cardinal??
"Have you rested enough, my dear?" The Duke asked lightly.
"We should return to the ballroom earlier." He said somewhat absent-mindedly.
Thus, the two left the lounge and returned to the ballroom where the atmosphere was growing richer.
The Pomegranate Duke was dancing with a noble lady.
Above that lady's head: [Did you decide to break up with me because of that little wretch?!]
Ellie Miller: "..."
"May I have this dance, madam?" A handsome nobleman asked politely.
Interrupting Ellie Miller's eavesdropping on the Duke of Southell's scandal.
A pink bubble hovered over his head: [Hi~ little beauty]
Before Ellie Miller could respond, his face turned pale, looking in terror at The Duke of Coldcrest who was staring at him.
The Duke stared at him like a lion watching a hyena encroach on its territory, "Where is your territory?"
