230 To the Ballroom

The light and happy mood that the vampires were instantly turned into a gloomy one when they saw Everard walking in.

‘Couldn’t he have simply stayed outside?’ Caspian sighed in irritation and thought to himself. ‘How can he be so shameless and come here with his head held high when he was trying to pick a fight with me just moments ago?’

Everard, on the other hand, wasn’t focusing his attention on the vampires at all. His eyes were glued to Anastasia. And he was thinking of several ways he could ask Anastasia for a dance. ‘How should I approach her? Should I simply hold out my hand and then ask if I can dance with her? Or do I have to say something more impressive?’

“Everard! You took long enough to come back,” Alexander looked at Everard and then said with a welcoming smile. He was hoping that Everard was sober enough to participate in the conversation now.