Chapter 7: I’m Not Late, Right?
In the dining hall of the Viscount Mansion, several people were sitting around a long, rectangular table.
On the right side of the table were six seats, five of which were currently occupied by five beautiful women dressed in beautiful dresses.
These five were Viscount Raymond’s wives and the only empty seat belonged to Helen, who had left Neera to take care to oversee and settle some issues with the business in another city.
The left side also had six seats, but only three of them were occupied.
In the seat nearest to the still empty head seat sat a six or seven-year-old, cute, doll-like girl who was currently restlessly shifting in her seat, looking in the direction of the kitchen while drooling. Clearly, she couldn’t wait to eat. Unfortunately, the food would be served only after her father arrived.
In the seat next to her sat another girl, who was looking at her with an amused look in her eyes.
Her beautiful, heart-shaped face was framed by her brown hair. Her hazel eyes were pretty, and her thin pink lips were tempting. Her green dress, akin to a gown, hugged her full chest and slender waist, enhancing her allure before flowing down and covering her long, slender legs.
"Layla, sit properly and act like a lady." The woman sitting in the fifth chair on the right side scolded the young girl, causing her to pout and then wipe her drool with her handkerchief and sit straight.
This woman, clearly younger than the other four, was the sixth wife of Viscount Raymond, Lena Killian.
"Lena, don’t be so harsh on little Layla. She is still young and has time to learn proper etiquette."
The woman sitting in the first seat, dressed in a beautiful floral red dress, smiled kindly at Layla.