"You—!"
The Carmine girl whirled toward the newcomer, her face flushing crimson.
The veiled woman seized the distraction, plucking her key from the counter and gliding past the confrontation without so much as a backward glance.
She really reminds me of someone...
Meanwhile, Carmine girl's burning gaze followed her retreating figure, but she didn't chase.
Instead, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, probably because she was angry at losing the argument.
Funny given the fact that she was the one who started it.
The young nobleman merely watched the veiled woman for a fleeting second before turning back to Carmine girl, his smirk deepening.
"What? Me?" He spread his hands, smiling innocently. "Or was what I said false?"
He paused, then in a deliberately louder voice:
"Everyone throughout the kingdom already knows it, you know."
"..." The girl's eyes darted across the room.
Everywhere she looked, gazes skittered away.
