That night.
Kawenna returned to her suburban home, tossing her wide-brimmed hat adorned with floral decorations into the steward's hands, and rushed into the study, eager to share her day's experiences with her father.
"...Saint Sith above, you can't imagine how handsome and gentlemanly that man is! He is far more captivating than the newspaper portraits... I might not be able to sleep today!"
Seeing his starry-eyed daughter, Baron Ralph Devor remained indifferent, merely snorting through his nose.
"Seeing you like this, I would have thought he shook your hand."
"Father! How could someone as noble as Prince Colin ever notice a baron's daughter, get a grip!" Kawenna shot a glance at her father, her resentful eyes seemed to be complaining, why don't you try a little harder.
Ralph looked at her in surprise, unexpectedly finding that his daughter was rather clear-headed, suddenly feeling a bit comforted inside.
