As the host of the first ball, Lord Grey Guildford had spent half of the evening greeting the guests, planting his good image to every noble.
Then he ended up at Emeline’s table, eyeing everyone sitting there with a sharp gaze before it softened as soon it landed on Emeline, the daughter of the von Rothais who owns the largest docks in the kingdom.
“Ah, Lady Emeline, it is a pleasure to receive you this evening,” He bowed his head in her direction only, basically ignoring the others, even Tedros whose identity was concealed.
Emeline’s eyes narrowed under her mask and said flatly, “You can call me Lady von Rothais, thank you very much.”
Addressing one by their last name is the highest form of respect, and Emeline just reminded him that they are not close to one another to be address
