Chapter 123

Cecil carefully assessed the appearance of the man standing before her.

He had short, orange-blonde hair that was styled immaculately, along with the distinctive black piercings on his right ear. He had a lean build, and he was rather tall and fair. Moreover, he was dressed in a tailcoat which further emphasised on his handsome mein.

His orange eyes were bright and had a hint of mischief in them, and his thin, pink lips were curved into a tiny smirk. Somehow, Cecil could imagine a tooth peeking out from his mouth if he just smirked wider.

"So, my lady," the man raised his thin and straight eyebrows, straightening himself from the bow. "What is your answer?"

"Apologies, I am still recovering from a sprained hand," Cecil lifted her right wrist, remaining polite and cold. "And I have injured my ankle earlier as well, I will have to decline that offer to dance."

Both of the reasons she provided was a lie.