Arianne shook her head. “C’mon, guys! I’m not down in the dumps or anything, you guys are just seeing things that aren’t there. Besides, I gotta go home after dinner. Smore only sleeps after seeing me home.”
Sylvain and Robin sent Arianne back to the Tremont Estate. By then, the time had come close to 10 PM.
Arianne patted her cheeks that were slightly burning from alcohol. She was not tipsy, but she still knew that she had drunk a little too much, at least two-third of the entire bottle was in her belly now.
She stepped through the estate’s gate and crossed the courtyard. It was then that she suddenly heard Mark’s voice ringing out of a dark, gloomy corner shrouded in shadows. “Where have you been?”
Arianne halted her footsteps. She followed the direction of the voice until she found Mark on a patio chair with his eyes trained onto her. Despite being outside, he was wearing his white indoor sweater; one had to wonder if he even felt cold sitting in this weather.
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