Chapter 103

Cecil frowned slightly as they found somewhere to sit, he had never been good with balls but was oddly relaxed in the one for some reason.

He side-eyed Perry who had been staring blankly at him ever since they got into the ballroom. "Is there something on my face?"

Perry snapped out of it, hurriedly averting his face like he hadn't planned to get caught. "Um, no, not at all." He quickly denied, suddenly very interested in the carving of the furniture.

Cecil scoffed, "You're bad at lying. Leeson, what is it?" He turned to his other friend, curiosity burning in his brown eyes.

Granted, he had put less effort into dressing up for the ball but that was because he was starting to care less and less about meeting up with impossibly high standards that he had set up himself in a bid to feel equal to others who had been born into noble families or wealth.