Just as Gilbert and Alexa pulled away from their kiss, they noticed a figure stepping out from far and standing before them. It was Jean, his face as rigid as a marble statue.
Alexa's heart skipped a beat.
"Jean?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
Her mind was racing, a million questions popping into her head. Had he seen her kiss Gilbert? What the hell is this party about?
Gilbert, on the other hand, was smirking. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear brother," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jean's eyes narrowed at Gilbert's tone. He was seething with anger, but he managed to keep his voice calm. "Brother," he said, his voice stiff.
"What a pleasant surprise. Come meet Alexa, Jean." Gilbert's smirk widened.
"I don't know Lady Larossa are invited in this mysterious garden party that even me the host don't know why it held at the first place."
"I am not a lady." Alexa said. "Anyway, such an honor to meet you, Lord Jean."
The situation was so absurd, so utterly ridi
