The Birthday Boy ( 240 )

"Lianaaaaaa…"

Liana sighed softly, turning just in time to see Javier rushing out of the bathroom, damp hair clinging to his face. Her eyebrows twitched.

"Young Master, don't just rush out from the shower like that." She placed a hand on her hip, her eyes filled with both amusement and exasperation. "You're already twelve now."

Javier grinned. "Hmm? I didn't rush out naked." He gestured at himself smugly. "I'm wearing my towel here."

Liana pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes, yes… but still." She handed him a neatly folded set of clothes. "Now, Young Master, you should get dressed."

Her tone softened slightly. "Lord Garius, Lady Francesca, and the whole family are waiting for you in the main dining room."

Javier rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah… lucky they didn't turn this into some grand noble party."

Liana chuckled, shaking her head. Then—she smiled warmly. "Anyway, Young Master… happy birthday."