Mireille
That's indeed too good. If the wine were to go bad prior to the festival, it would cause a black spot on the Ferdinand name. And in this time, a merchant was ready to trade such amount of wine. It seems like everything was planned... I chuckle at my thoughts. As if anyone would plan that.
«"It's a relief"» I recollect Marie's words back at the restaurant. Wasn't she glad I didn't drink any wine? Why would she be? Unless... I jerk my head towards Lilith.
"When did the merchant fix a deal?" I inquire, hoping that I'm just throwing a wild guess.
"Uh... Three days ago I guess" she replies, obviously confused at my anxious state.
"Sht!" I growl as I dash towards the larder.
"Hey! No cursing!" I hear Lilith's voice in a distant.
I gulp my fear at the worst possible outcome
