No matter how you say it, the fruits and cakes at the dinner are exquisite, delicious and innocent. The only sins are sugar and calories.

After Sabrina stuffed the seventh piece of cream soufflé, she sipped the red wine and swallowed it. The food rolled down her slender neck like a swan, and then she raised her thin eyebrows.

Judging from the way she kept exhaling with satisfaction, she must have eaten enough.

It's more or less rude.

No wonder she would hide here secretly to eat.

Bonaparte was stunned when he saw it. He was not surprised at the appetite of the count's youngest daughter, but he was worried about the steel ring on her waist. Is it true that eating so much won't cause problems?

Sabrina seemed to finally realize that there was someone beside her, which made her look a little shy. She picked up a pink fan and put it in front of her mouth, looking at Bonaparte pitifully with her big innocent eyes.

"You will understand me and won't tell me everywhere, right? I believe you are an upright and considerate person."

Bonaparte:......

"I hope you can be considerate of your body. Overeating is not a good habit."

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Sabrina glanced at the bustling banquet center and suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, aren't you going to dance?"

Bonaparte said nothing.

Of course he can dance, which is a required course for nobles, but the reason why a man is sitting here is obvious.

"I understand, you must not have a dance partner."

Sabrina's eyes were bent, and the thawing spring water on the Seine River was flowing in her eyes, sparkling in the magnificent lighting atmosphere.

"Yes, you are aware of everything and you have seen it." Bonaparte spread his hands and shook his head.

"This is not okay."

She smiled triumphantly, with innocent fun, lifted up the hem of her skirt, placed the red velvet fan on the edge of the table, and handed her slender palm covered with white lace gloves to Bonaparte's eyes.

"Come, sir, this is your lady's invitation."

"Me? Are you sure?" Bonaparte's eyes were a little confused, and the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with the fragrance of cream and indescribable flowers, which came from the girl's shiny fingertips as she picked up the cake.

"This is proper social etiquette. You can also use it as hush money for seeing me make a fool of myself just now."

The girl leaned forward slightly, closing the distance, covering her delicate skirt with one hand, and her tender collarbones were half exposed in the sweet air.

"I have never seen anyone offer hush money..." Bonaparte stopped speaking, and looked into those beautiful and expectant eyes. He couldn't say anything uninteresting, so he could only purse his lips.

Get up.

"As you wish."

He paused and gently held Sabrina's fingers from below, his movements as gentle as touching precious porcelain.

Sensing the other party's caution, Sabrina said in a satisfied tone: "If you were more funny, maybe it would be even better."

Holding the girl's slender hand, the two of them walked around the dining table and walked to the dance floor with elegant steps. While they were only half an arm's length away, Bonaparte whispered questions in her ear.

"How funny?"

"You should ask, how wonderful it is." The sweet girl pouted, and after replying, she waved to the acquaintances passing by.

That was Camilla. She and Kane had become inseparable and had withdrawn from the ball.
Chapter completed!