Brando curled the corner of his lips slightly and called out to the servants outside, "Bring the food in."
When all the dishes were laid out on the table, Brando spotted the plate of purple-stemmed greens at a glance, and a faint ripple stirred in his chest.
'Was Solenne... trying to chase him away so he wouldn't stay for the meal?'
He lifted his eyes to look at Solenne sitting across from him, her expression perfectly calm and unruffled, and he couldn't decide if he was more annoyed or amused.
She had every right to hate him, after all. Even if she'd yelled at him in public and poured out all her resentment right then and there, he would've deserved every single word of it.
But instead, she'd resorted to this silly little passive-aggressive trick, quietly trying to nudge him out and
