True Love Cannot Be Faked

Ercilia was told to simply follow Drystan's lead.

It'll be easy. At least, she thinks.

They only have to prove that they're very much in love with each other. Sure, she would happily let him take the reins of the conversation and lead her through the mess that is her life. They just have to do better in displaying their affection for each other.

Ercilia remains quiet as she settles down next to Drystan.

Returning to the dining table is already a chore itself. Her legs refuse to stay still, and her fingers twitch against the skirt of her dress – no doubt wrinkling the soft material beyond redeemable measures. There has to be an iron somewhere. But as much as she wants to distract herself like this, she can't focus on anything else at the moment. It's time to get into character – the fated moment to convince his stick-up-the-butt of a grandfather that he can trust them.