Cling clang–
Inside the large dining room in Baron Rose's mansion, I sat beside Eliza around a long table with a white sheet as Madam Vivian sat across us beside Emilia.
We were having breakfast together, and no one said anything. The only sound that resounded in the dining room was the sound of a fork and knife hitting the ceramic plate as we cut through a slob of meat with white sauce on top.
Madam Vivian didn't say anything about what she saw yesterday, while Eliza glanced at me once in a while and giggled happily. This girl didn't know what subtlety was and forgot about her mother's feelings.
She was crying hard yesterday and could smile like an idiot today. It was totally clear that something had happened between us, and she didn't try to hide it from the others. Not that she had to hide it, but at least try not to show the world about it.