A Merchant's Gift, A Daughter's Gaze
"Enjoy yourselves, sweethearts." Leon grinned as he spoke to the group of women sitting in a circle around him, his tone warm and sprinkled with easy charm.
The women replied
with a blend of amusement and affection—Rias raised a playful brow, her smirk provocative. Syra returned a dignified nod, her gaze lingering an extra moment. Cynthia's glance sparkled with sly understanding, Nova lifting her glass with careless elegance, a wordless salute to his words.
"You too, darling," Aria exclaimed, her voice flirtatious as a wink tagged along with her words. Next to her, Mia tilted her head a little way, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a tender and shy smile spreading across her face.
Syra, always calm, added a wink of her own, a soft promise in her look.
