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[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color] 6p.m.
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Castle Dining Room
[Color=salmon][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/aqfNx2y.jpeg]Twinning Banquet Fit![/url]
[Color=salmon][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] Charlotte, Fritz
[Color=salmon][b]Mention:[/b][/color] Olivia, Kazumin, Alexander

Lorenzo returned his seat back to its position after Fritz declined his offer to sit at his cozy corner of the banquet. Other than a shrug, Lorenzo hadn't shown any contempt toward the man’s decision. 

[color=9354FF]“What if we arrange to have dinner together sometime?”[/color]  

[color=9354FF]“Something a bit less… structured than this.”[/color]

[Color=salmon]“I vote Royal Curd- Wait, wait, wait! The Pudding Palace! I haven't had the opportunity to return to that fine establishment since my arrival in Sorian.”[/color] Lorenzo stared off with a bright smile, remembering how delicious their tapioca was a year ago. 

After a moment of pause, Lorenzo returned to the food on his plate, allowing the youth to talk amongst themselves about drawings of bugs. Fireflies of all things. He barely listened, so he barely judged. A mention of Charlotte, however, piqued his interest.

[Color=9354FF]“Speaking of, did something happen to Lady Charlotte? She seemed upset.”[/color]

[Color=salmon]“I think she might have had a sour outing with Alexander Deacon…”[/color] Lorenzo casually pointed his fork across the table and to the man mentioned. [Color=salmon]“If I were being honest, and you didn't hear this from me… I think he may have denied her in some form or fashion. Trust me, I know that look all too well, Count Fritz. Rejection…”[/color] Lorenzo sighed and shook his head. [Color=salmon]“It’ll pass and she-”[/color] Lorenzo cut himself off as Charlotte quickly returned to her seat. 

[Color=salmon]“It’ll pass, Count Fritz,”[/color] He said with a sincere smile before letting his eyes settle on his stepdaughter. [Color=salmon][I]She has it bad… She’s looking at her reflection in her wine and likely thinking, ‘What is wrong with me?’ or ‘Am I not pretty enough?’[/I][/color] He took another glance at Alexander Deacon and frowned. He'd surely have words with him if he was the source of Charlotte's gloom. 

[Color=salmon]“Lottie, would you prefer white, instead?”[/color] Lorenzo asked to break her from her trance.

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