Javier looked into Liana's beautiful emerald eyes.
Liana glanced up, smiling softly.
Javier leaned down, and their lips met in a long, tender kiss...
"Ahem~"
They pulled apart, startled, and glanced toward the voice.
Gloria stood there, arms crossed, nudging her glasses up with a sly smirk.
"Ara~ Someone is enjoying her moment, reliving her memories~," she began, pitching her voice into a teasing mimic of theirs. "Oh, Liana~ You look so beautiful tonight~"
She shifted to an airy impression of Liana. "Mmhmm~ No, young master, elves will always look like this~"
And made a theatrical kissing sound: "Chuuuuu~"
Then she lowered herself gracefully to the floor in a delicate swoon. "Ah… how cruel~" she whimpered, a handkerchief appearing in her hand as she lifted it toward her lips, pretending to sob without a tear.
"Forgetting about this poor maid… because she is only a half-elf~ Sob, sob~"
