DAHLIA:
“A banquet - what for,” I asked, looking at Tristan’s reflection on the drawer mirror.
He was sitting on the bed, reading a book. He was wearing his reading spectacles, which made him look like a different person than the one I knew.
“Well, we never had a proper wedding banquet, and you’re starting your study in three weeks. I think it’ll be the perfect time for us to celebrate these milestones.”
“These milestones,” I said, my eyebrows shooting upward, “didn’t we agree I’d take private lessons at home? What’s with this sudden display of achievements?”
Honestly, I didn’t get his idea. He was the one who suggested that I take the lessons at home from a private professor sponsored by the university for the time being. He didn’t want me to feel too overwhelmed with all the changes since my powers have been revealed to the capital. The last thing I needed was people swarming about at school.