Father and Son

"You two…" The duke's voice cut through the moment, bringing us back to reality.

I released Aria from the hug, feeling a twinge of embarrassment as the duke addressed us. "Oh, right, excuse me, Father," I replied quickly, guiding Aria to take a seat nearby.

Aria's cheeks flushed red, and she looked visibly flustered as she apologized to the duke. "Forgive me, Your Grace," she said, bowing slightly. It was clear that she was addressing him formally, her nerves palpable in the air.

I took a seat opposite the duke, directly facing him. There wasn't much space, and Aria attempted to squeeze in next to me, but finding it too crowded, she reluctantly returned to her seat on the sofa next to the duke. Though disappointed, she seemed to understand the situation and didn't press further.

As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tension in the air.