“Here you go sir, some ‘amuse-bouche,’” a server who appeared beside Asahi said.
“Thank yo—Wait! What are you doing out here again?!” Asahi cried. He’d turned around to thank the server, only to discover that it was his father again.
“Your mother is right! It is the same brooch! I was so caught up in our chat that I never even noticed it! If she’s the one who gave it to you, does it mean that you two’ll end up getting marri—”
“Kazuaki, I don’t recall ever allowing you to leave your station,” a frigid voice called out.
“Ah. Yes, dear. I’m sorry,” he apologized pitifully as he was dragged back to the kitchen by the frosty patissier. The guests were quite amused by the outlandish scene. Asahi and Fuyuka just looked at each other and laughed.
*
Asahi and Fuyuka were served a magnificent
