Chapter 198: Trust, Dooming Union.
Evening.
Dining Hall, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Today Dorothy and Joyous adorned the grand Theodore mansion dining table with a lavish spread of delicacies, it reflected the elegance and opulence Lydia loved but she felt empty still and obligated to attend.
Silver candelabras that were lit up cast a warm glow over the polished mahogany surface, where the maids have porcelain plates dropped with array of sumptuous dishes, roast pheasant, truffled potatoes, and steamed vegetables, artfully arranged to entice the appetite of anyone and it does.
Four seats were occupied in the dining, Theodore, Lydia, Helena and Conan, their attire and demeanor marked them as members of the nobility.
Theodore, with his striking golden hair, sat silently, his eyes occasionally flickering to his indifferent wife, he felt immense distress she was never like that since after she could finally relax around him.
Lydia, with her raven-black hair styled in easy curls, maintained a facade of composed politeness, though a tension lingered in her gaze which was why she avoided meeting anyone’s gaze after Shi’Enz left. Her earlier argument with Theodore hung in the air between them, unresolved and heavy.
Across from them sat their guests, Helena and Conan, whose dirty blond hair was tousled with a casual charm that he carried with him.
Helena, despite her striking similarity to Lydia tonight her demeanor was more buoyant and engaging while Lydia resisted letting out deep sigh. She was deep in conversation with Conan after they spent the afternoon in each others arm, her voice, a melodious counterpoint to the clinking of cutlery and the murmurs of the maids who moved gracefully around the table, attending to their needs.