He reached out and grabbed a mini egg tart. He would just stuff his mouth with food, so he wouldn’t be tempted to restart the conversation that might end up digging the hole deeper than it already was. His family knew too much as it stood. He didn’t want them to blab something out in front of Tristan in the future, which might embarrass the younger man. He needed to be certain he and Tristan would be able to make it for the long haul, first and foremost. Not that he was thinking about marrying Tristan. Not at all. He was simply playing it safe.
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“The…the weather is wonderful tonight, isn’t it?”
Tristan did his best to smile at Leonardo, but he was so anxious and stiff that it felt as if his face was going to crack any second now. “Yes, Your High…I mean, Leo.”
“Are you enjoying the food? If you don’t like it, I’m sure the chefs will be glad to prepare something else for you.”
“No! I mean, yes. The food is delicious. No, they don’t have to cook other food for me.”