Ansel's Gift - Two (III)

"Uh, well... it's alright, I suppose."

Seraphina was at a loss for words, having never intended to invite Ravenna, but she wouldn't deliberately show her displeasure, not when it was Ansel's wish.

The young girl fiddled with her hair, "The meal has just been prepared... we haven't started yet."

While saying this, she stealthily pinched Ansel's thigh, frantically signaling him to say something.

It's as if I'm the host... No, that's not right, it is indeed my birthday, but also not right! I'm not the host here, ugggggh, Ansel, speak!!

Seraphina, unaccustomed to such an atmosphere, grew impatient, and as her facial expression began to show strain, Ansel finally spoke with a smile, "It's fine, Seraphina is right, please take a seat, Venna."

"..."