"How close am I to Brother Nolan?" Elina was surprised by the question.
She gazed steadily into Margaretta's eyes and replied, "Like siblings usually are. Why do you ask?"
From the moment she first saw her, Elina had felt an uneasy premonition about Margaretta.
But as the daughter of Duke Ashvale, she couldn't speak carelessly.
"It's nothing," Margaretta said with a casual shake of her head. "I'm just a little jealous of how close you are to your brother. I have a brother too, but our relationship… isn't very good."
She took a glass of wine from a servant carrying a tray of ten glasses on his shoulder.
As she sipped, sweet, bitter, and slightly sour notes mingled on her tongue.
Her face remained expressionless, but a hint of sadness lingered beneath it.
Elina's expression softened. Naturally, she had heard about the tension between Margaretta and Allen.
