Chapter 388 – Tearborn Pearl
The meal passed in stretches of quiet laughter and sharper edges of silence. Silver cutlery against porcelain. The faint clink of glasses. The occasional hum from Sira when the wine matched her palate just right.
Ariel ate delicately, like someone who hadn't been allowed to enjoy food freely for too long—savoring each bite, shoulders loosening little by little.
Lux noticed every detail, though he didn't say it out loud.
When the last dish was cleared and the servants slipped away like shadows, Mira set her glass down with a deliberate tap. The sound cut through the room, pulling attention her way.
"So…" Mira's eyes slid toward Lux, then to Ariel. "Are we going to discuss about her?"
Naomi, sitting across, dabbed her lips with her napkin. "In front of her?" she asked, voice measured.
