My Notorious Gentleman's

#5

Unable to control herself, Grace eventually returns to steal a look at the man once more, and it was at that moment that the talent he had for being able to read the person in grief drew his attention to the line of anger near the man's eyes.

The magnitude of the reward behind the trained smile of the man. And Grace understood that the man had absolutely no regard for the women who surrounded him.

Not completely.

In fact, the man tried to keep his distance from those who tried hard to touch him; grace followed the man's gaze and realized he was unceasingly staring at the door. It was as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.

Hm. Taking a closer look at the man, Grace furrowed her eyebrows and began to suspect that the 'famous hero' didn't actually want to be in this place as much as Grace did.

Grace might be wrong, but the man's smile was too thin to be able to cover up the turbulent feelings in his heart, most of which were bad feelings.

The man was not a happy man, Grace mused as she looked at the man standing there, looking like someone who had lost his soul, standing alone amidst the crowd.

George interrupted Grace's daydreams about the stranger as he stood up.

"Well, my dear Polaris, it's always nice to talk to you, but if you'll let me, I'd like to say hello to the other guests. And... Looks like I'll see a card game..."

"Oh, George, that's not a good idea for you," Grace protested gently as she grabbed the young man's hand, as if she could stop him.

"Not to play! I'll just watch" George assured him the sabil was smiling.

Grace stared hard. "Promise?

"If you want to promise to dance with me" George replied, pulling his hand and folding it in front of his chest.

Grace frowned. You stubborn boy

"Oh, come on, just one dance. You can step on my feet if you want."

Grace doesn't even know the people here except George, her Papa, and Lord Lievedon himself. It was not difficult to imagine these glamorous nobles glaring at him in a snobbish style, while asking their fellow man: "Who is that and what is he doing here?"

But if that's what it takes for George to get back on the right track, then that's what Grace will do. He was willing to sacrifice his pride in front of these people if necessary, even in front of the man. The respectable assassin man in the middle looked confused across the room.

Isn't that kind of guy gonna notice Grace?

Right now, the way the man was watching the door made Grace think that the man was waiting for a lady.

"That's amazing!" exclaiming dandy friend Grace. "I'll be right back to dance with you."

Grace nodded. Stay strong, George, thought Grace, as the friend bowed to her, then walked away. Despite this, he couldn't help but hope that Callie would be here.

The energetic young girl, with her attitude that always seems to be considered, might be able to help George get distracted from his gambling hobby. That way Grace can play her comfortable and safe role, as an honorable companion, who stands behind those who are making out and seducing, she said, and keep those young people on track.

Grace thought she should check her appearance first and do what she can to fix it before George returned.

Getting up from her seat, Grace moved away from the ballroom. No one knew he was leaving that place.

Walking down the marble-floored corridor, Grace passed through a noisy music room, filled with laughter and song. Everyone here seemed to be so familiar with each other.

Grace turned her gaze away and walked again, looking for a slightly quiet room where she could find a mirror.

When the sound of the dance floor was faint, Grace finally found a quiet room at the end of the corridor. This place seems to fit.

Stepping into the dimly lit room, Grace pulled the door shut, then sighed and finally lowered her self-defense.

Nothing can make a person truly feel lonely other than being a stranger in the middle of a lavish and festive party.