The worst part of it all was the memories from last night came, rushing like ruthless waves in Nathalie's face. Her cheeks burned with every inch of her skin tingled, and before it got worse, she then tugged Keith as they shuffled their way towards the entrance.
Before Athan could ever react, nobles and even the onlookers began to crowd over them, with some trying to shower them with compliments to curry favor, and whatsoever they stuck their noses in their business.
'I got no time for that man.'
Now that Athan and Veronica got drowned by the influx of people, she harrumphed and sashayed away from the unwanted spectacle.
There was no point lingering further as she must secure a good seat inside the Auctio Royale.
She already had the layout of the prestigious auction house, and all of it came from her memory as she described the details—even the ones that were bound to be secret and hidden among them.
