Chapter 50
As the guests, each still immersed in the emotions stirred by Lukas’s handkerchief gifts, turned their attention toward me—
No, to be more precise, toward me and Vivian. Even Lukas, who had finished distributing the handkerchiefs and was now leaning casually against the greenhouse entrance, was looking at me.
I really can’t act to save my life.
Even to my own ears, my voice sounded stiff and unnatural, completely at odds with my words.
Yet, despite my lackluster performance, Vivian, quick to grasp the situation, was struggling to suppress the twitching of her lips. It seemed she was barely holding back a smile.
Then, as if nothing had happened, she suddenly put on an exaggeratedly sorrowful expression and shook her head in dramatic dismay.
As expected of an actress—no, wait, she wasn’t an actress. Well, whatever she was, she certainly had a flair for theatrics.
“What are you saying, my lady! You personally wrote me a letter of apology, so the matter was already settled! Besides, you were bedridden for an entire week!
I’m not so narrow-minded as to hold a grudge against someone who was sick!”
Her voice rang out across the greenhouse, thick with emotion. It seemed this drama was meant to be a touching one.
This ridiculous performance was all for the sake of shutting down rumors.
After I failed to attend Vivian’s party, gossip had spread. This spectacle was meant to silence it for good.