This party was strikingly different from all the ones Elena had been to . She had attended many social events, large and small, but never one with this much decadence and deviancy .
Normally, gatherings usually had a large hall in the center for people to stand around and talk . However, there were more places for sitting than standing here . Dozens of tables and sofas scattered the room, with small groups of people already mingling around them . By one table, a masked man and woman were openly indulging in affection to each other, much to Elena’s embarrassment . It was a place where only young people gathered, and it felt much less constrained than an official event .
‘Is it because everyone is wearing masks?’
The lighting was dim as well, unlike the brightly lit chandeliers of the halls . This was new to Elena, but everyone else seemed familiar to this arrangement .
‘But…what is this smell?’
Ever since she walked in, a peculiar scent hovered in her nose . It prodded at some buried memory, and Elena turned her head to look for the source of the smell, but before she could investigate, the sounds of a man’s footsteps approached her .
Ttubeog ttubeog .
She turned her head, and a man with fiery red hair came into view . He was masked like everyone else, but she knew immediately who it was .
It was Redfield . He seemed to recognize Elena immediately as well, by the mask he had given her .
“Ah, you have arrived . ”
Elena had spoken in informal language at court dances in the past, but now she was more aware of her position of crown princess in the future . The corners of her mouth lifted .
“You were very earnest in your invitation towards me, and I couldn’t refuse . ”
She made no mention of the wedding planning, and Redfield responded with a faint smile .
“Welcome . I would have been very disappointed if you turned me down again . ”
It sounded like he would’ve continued to sabotage the wedding, as she suspected . Outwardly, the pair greeted each other with amiable smiles, but inwardly they were testing each other, keeping their true thoughts hidden .
“Shall I show you where I was at? I feel terrible keeping my future sister-in-law standing here like this . ”
“Please . ”
“This way…”
Redfield stepped forward first, a smile beneath his mask . She followed, noting his golden tongue and the way he called her “sister-in-law . ” While Carlisle was occasionally mischievous, he was generally straightforward and said only what he wanted to say . Redfield was nothing like him .
Redfield led her to a large private room, not to one of the tables in the common space like she expected . There were a variety of rare dishes spread out on the table, but there was no one else there .
“Please have a seat . ”
Elena settled herself onto a chair .
“Didn’t you say you would take me to where you were, Second Prince? But it looks like there’s no else here for the party . ”
Elena didn’t hesitate to use Redfield’s title when they were alone . The masks were meaningless when they already knew each other’s identity . Redfield gave a crooked grin, pulling away his mask and revealing his handsome face . He fixed her with a burning gaze .
“I’ve arranged a private table with my sister-in-law . No one else needs to be here, don’t you think?”
She didn’t agree . However, Elena answered calmly, schooling her roiling emotions .
“You asked me to dance when we last met at the ball . ”
“Haha, we can always dance anytime . Why? Would you like to have a dance with me now?”
He seemed to find glee in playing with her . His glibness caused a level of discomfort quite unlike Carlisle .
“No . I don’t think it’s necessary for us to dance . ”
“Of course . Well, just not today . ”
Redfield flashed a sly smile and picked up a bottle of wine .
“Would you like a drink?”
“No thank you . I’m not good at drinking . ”
“How about just one drink? It has been a long time since we last saw each other, and I’ll be disappointed if you don’t have at least one glass . ”
“…Then please . ”
Elena held out the glass in front of her, and Redfield filled the vessel . The peculiar smell was stronger in this room than outside . Elena’s forehead tensed and she put a palm to it, while Redfield’s eyes flashed at the gesture .
“Will you pour me a drink as well, sister-in-law?”
“I’m grateful for the glass you poured me, Second Prince, but it would not look good in the eyes of others for me to do the same . ”
“Haha, what do you think of your family?”
“It’s better to be careful . ”
Redfield continued with a slight shrug .
“If you insist . ”
He filled his own glass and drank first . When Elena tried to shake off the blurriness in her vision, Redfield stared at her with concern .
“Are you unwell? There is water if you don’t want to drink . ”
Redfield filled another glass with water for her . Elena stared at it, thinking it strange that Redfield kept encouraging her to drink . She answered without touching the water .
“No, thank you . I haven’t slept much because of the wedding preparations, and I was feeling dizzy . ”
“Oh, you should be more careful . ”
“I only came here to see you briefly . If you have nothing else to say, I would like to leave . ”
Redfield held back a cruel smile at Elena’s unyielding manner .
“Would I have invited my sister-in-law here without something to tell her?”
While she listened to Redfield speak, she kept trying to rack her brain about that peculiar odor . It unsettled her from the start, but her suspicion grew as her body weakened .
‘…Where have I smelled it before?’
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