The long waves of her hair cascaded down, every frown, every smile, every movement exuding femininity.
She frequently drew envious and admiring glances from the guests, both men and women.
She found the busy steward among the crowd, pulled him aside to inquire, but he shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
Korea frowned, her anxiety rising, "You're his butler, and you don't know where he went?"
The tone carried a hint of doubt, yet the steward still shook his head, "I don't know, Mr. Charles's matters are not for us to question."
That one remark left Korea unable to continue venting her frustration.
Indeed, if Charles didn't say, who would dare to ask? Would she dare?
She wouldn't dare either.
Korea gave up on communicating with the butler, lifted her head to gaze at the surging crowd, her anxiety causing sweat to start beading on her forehead.
"Most of the guests are here now, where on earth could Uncle have gone, why isn't he back yet? He's the main character today."
