At the same time as she moved her hand, she scanned the man from head to toe.


    He wore a ck tuxedo that reminded her of the night sky and the entire outfit looked simple but sophisticated.


    However, only the cuff button at the wrist was glistening red akin to blood.


    It was Madame Jensen’s design.


    His bright silver hair, which would have stood out everywhere, was stark and neatlybed in contrast to the dark clothes.


    His sharp jawline and dark blue eyes differed from the Uriel she imagined.


    “I wasn’t careful. Please forgive me, Lady Trion.”


    It was a lie.


    Why would he casually me himself for everything with that angelic face of his?


    “Well, do you know me?” L asked, blushing unknowingly.


    Until a while ago, she was guilty of pretending to have greater expertise when choosing husbands when she was just a young eighteen-year-old girl who hadn’t really witnessed what the world had to offer yet.


    “I know who you are, My Lady. I heard a lot about you from your brother because I fought with Simon Trion in the recent war.”


    He grinned while reaching out to L’s ss of wine.


    He could hear the young noblewoman standing behind L sighing at the same time.


    After handing the ss over, Uriel made eye contact with Simon and the rest of the men.


    Then he turned to La, who was still standing there, unsure.


    “There’s a little alcohol in your ss. I’ll give you a new one.”


    He turned around and called a waiter passing by, carrying a tray full of wine sses, and picked a new one for thedy.


    “If you don’t mind, I’d like to rmend this wine. The scent is subtle, but the color is more intense. It tastes sweet, too.”


    He gently squeezed the pink wine into L’s hand.


    She still clutched the handkerchief that Uriel lent her in her other hand.


    “Thank you.”


    “Don’t mention it. It was an honor to meet you.”


    Uriel’s manners were refined and impable.


    His tone was low and seductive.


    It was too different from the harsh tone used by her family at the Trion Estate in the North.


    L’s face grew hotter and hotter.


    “Well! Well!”


    Janice coughed a few times for L, who was still staring nkly at Uriel.


    Surprised, L took a step back as if she had abruptly returned to reality.


    “Long time no see, Lady Janice.”


    “Long time no see, Count Buiche. Thank you for remembering me even if we only met once.”


    The two greeted each other lightly.


    From the moment she saw Uriel, she already noticed that he wasn’t wearing the white tailcoat gifted by Lori’s father, Marquis Edwin.


    The Marquis’ n to knit Uriel and Lori into a pair had failed.


    Janice, however, was experienced in weaving a broken pair together.


    “The ck tuxedo you’re wearing today matches Lori’s white dress very well. You’re like a couple.”


    Lori, who was biting her lip at her words at first, smiled slightly.


    “What an interesting coincidence. I think Lori’s gown seemed to match Simon Trion’s white suit over there.”


    Uriel replied with a smile.


    When Simon’s face brightened, Lori’s expression darkened a little.


    However, Janice didn’t back down easily.


    “Opposing colors are the best match. If you and Lori dance, it would be picturesque. It just so happens that the musicians are getting ready.”


    “Oh, Janice is so…” Lorelei faltered, blushing.


    Although, deep inside she was nodding her head and thanking Janice for a job well done.


    This was why Lorelei always had Janice, Viscount Emmen’s daughter, who was far below the Edwin family when it came to status, even though she was her cousin.


    Janice was good at speaking and she always had her back.


    Every time Lori had confrontations with someone or when Janice brought someone close to Lori as she was doing now, she had helped her with her cleverness.


    “The count has been on the battlefield for too long. You’re not bad at dancing, are you?” Janice asked, raising her chin in a challenge.


    This was also a strategy of its own.


    She was well aware of the social prejudice against Uriel, and coaxing him to dance with Lori was the simplest way to ovee it.


    Lori slightly covered her face with a fan, waiting for Uriel’s request to dance.


    It was regrettable that he didn’t show up in pure white, but her heart did pound at seeing him in all ck that his silver hair stood out.


    Despite waiting, Uriel didn’t reach out to her.


    “It’s an honor, but I refuse.” He spoke softly.


    At that moment, L’s expression, who was standing right beside her, brightened.


    She raised her chin andughed at Lori, who had stiffened from the shocking rejection just now.