Seiji and Eleanor reentered the grand hall, their return barely causing a ripple in the ongoing festivities. The party, now in full swing, buzzed with animated conversations, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The air was rich with the scents of opulent perfumes and exquisite dishes, a sensory feast that matched the visual splendor of the event.
Eleanor, her composure impeccable despite the lingering passion in her eyes, moved gracefully among the groups of noble ladies. Her demeanor was a study in elegance as she engaged in polite conversation, her words and gestures carefully measured to reflect her noble status. Her dress, though slightly rumpled from their earlier escapade, was quickly adjusted and restored to its pristine condition. The noblewomen around her, oblivious to the secret rendezvous she had just enjoyed, greeted her with courteous nods and practiced smiles. Eleanor responded in kind, her laughter light and her gaze occasionally flickering toward Seiji.