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Lunch break ended up being mostly wasted. Though Violette managed to eat with Yuran, the portion was barely more than […]

“Huh…” Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Maryjune freezes, unable to respond. Her struggle to process Violette’s words is

“What…?” The meaning eludes her, and her smile freezes, lips still curved. Her gaze, wavering with unease, searches for the

The trembling, fragile voice, so unlike the lively impression from this morning, betrays fear and humiliation despite her attempt to

Violette knows that leaving mid-conversation isn’t praiseworthy. Even just walking away carries layers of etiquette in the noble world, where

At the end of his gaze, Violette hurries along, her steps quick. At a glance, she doesn’t notice Yuran and

Such a casual, offhand remark. Delivered in the same tone and voice that troubled Claudia, as if it were utterly

“Huh…” “It’s nothing.” The curse that slipped out unconsciously lacks the force to reach its target. The brief flash of

What should he do in this situation? Ignoring him is out of the question, and normally, courtesy—bordering on flattery—would be

“Yuran, where’re we eating lunch?” Right after the lunch bell, his friend Gia strikes up a conversation. Gia’s tan skin,