Chapter 463 - Samobian (6)

It was pretty late in the night when Bianca, drunk on wine, staggered a little. She had joined a group of dancing women who urged her to dance with them. Brantley had gone to see the guests whom he had called from across the Lore. Although she knew that she should have accompanied him, she was too drunk to even think of meeting them. So he had made sure that she was sitting with a group where there was not a single man and then gone to meet the guests. Forgetting the tension that arose because of the reduced number of grain sacks, forgetting the tension that came with arranging Samobian, Bianca just wanted to let her hair down.