"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Sasha coughed several times as she straightened her body.
She adjusted her posture, then stepped away from Veda, who had been holding her by the waist after she nearly fell.
"You can let me go now, Young Lord of Ash."
Her voice was calm.
She even sounded as though nothing unusual had happened.
"Oh."
Veda blinked.
Only then did he realize how long he had been holding her.
His hands quickly loosened around her waist, and he stepped back to give her some space.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
He lowered his head slightly, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.
Sasha looked at him for a moment before smoothing out her clothes. Her face had regained some of its usual composure, but the colour in her cheeks had not completely faded.
Cyrus, who had been watching the two of them, narrowed his eyes.
"Why are you two acting so stiff? I remember you dancing together during our welcome ball party."
