Chapter 87 Always

Theodore As we crossed the area towards the seating, around the combat pitch, I struggled to keep a straight face. The scene unfolding was almost too good to be true. Owen’s wife and Nora trailed behind him and Lucas, looking thoroughly out of place and entirely ignored. The nobles, who had been so cordial and warm with each other earlier, acted as though the two women didn’t exist, settling into their seats beneath the awning that was just big enough to cover the original seating. Nora and Owen's wife were given seats off to the side without shade. They could move their seating farther away to be under the shade of the tree, but Seraphine didn't seem to offer or care what they did. The serving staff worked their way through covered area before stopping at their little table with trays of drinks.