Raeven Daughter's Cotillion
Inside the Raeven manor's wide grand hall, my family and I were taking our seats together around a white tableclothed, round table as we treated ourselves with red wine. There were tasty appetizers served, so we took a few bites of them.
As I was swirling the vinaceous liquor in my glass like a wine enthusiast, I scanned the area, and the congestion was significantly dense compared to when we arrived. The sounds of the guests' graceful voices created a harmonious resonance throughout the hall.
It had been a few minutes since we had a conversation with Sophia and her mother. As of now, we were distracting ourselves with food and beverages as we waited for the star of the night to make her entrance. Until suddenly...
Cling! Cling!