Chapter 30

The theater was smaller than I expected. Then again, it could be that the one in our mansion was simply too large.

I suppose humans really are creatures of adaptation.

As we moved further inside, I spotted Pitoll greeting guests.

He was bowing and greeting people busily, but when he saw me, his eyes lit up like a puppy’s as he rushed over.

“Lady Marceau!!! You came!”

“…Thank you for the invitation.”

“No, no, the honor is all mine! Is the gentleman beside you your fiancé?”

Pitoll asked with a beaming smile. How could he jump to such …