"Are you expecting some important guests?" A lady's sweet voice asked. Her bashful smile alone was enough to tell her current mood.
Quickly, he retracted his gaze to the lady sitting at his right-hand side.
"No," He replied meekly and leaned against the white couch whose hands were made of gold.
The chairs and table of the celebrant and her family differs from that of every other guest.
They were fancier and more sophisticated. And this tells more about the social class they belonged to.
"You said no but I have noticed that you have been restless for a while now," Adhara started. She reached out her hand and placed it on her husband's right hand which was on the table.
"If you are worried about why Her Highness didn't grace our invitation or send a request then you don't have to. We are still their in-laws and they dared not disrespect us in this manner even if they are the royal family," Adhara assured him as she squeezed his hand gently.
