Capital, inside a cafe.
"What? You mean Mr. Nightblade took Cedric to the office?" Eulalia understood. "So you came alone?"
"Yeah, let them stay a bit longer," Catriona said, putting her bag down and sitting down.
Sylvaine propped her chin on her hand, staring at Catriona.
Catriona, with her hair tied up in a bun, wore a gray-brown leather jacket, a matching leather skirt, and knee-high boots. After sitting down, she took off her jacket, revealing a white V-neck top underneath. Her slender, fair neck and delicate collarbones were exposed as she smiled and asked, "Sylvaine, is there something on my face?"
Sylvaine raised an eyebrow and smirked, "I was wondering who this stunning beauty is; I'm already a bit smitten."
Eulalia chimed in, "I won't say much else, but Catriona is genuinely beautiful; otherwise, how could she charm Mr. Nightblade, right?" She winked teasingly at Catriona.
"What did you say to the reporters last time? Oh, it used to be an accident, but now it's true love!"
"As soon as I arrive, you're already teasing me?" Catriona pretended to be angry, glaring at her friends.
Eulalia held her phone like a microphone and presented it to Catriona. "Then let's do an interview. Since you're heading home soon, what does our Catriona feel?"
Catriona paused for a second, pursed her lips, and said, "It feels like a sigh of relief." Then she smiled, her eyes crescent-shaped. "Happy."
"Congratulations to our Catriona for going home!"
"Congratulations!"
Sylvaine leaned back. "The day after tomorrow, right? We'll come pick you up."
"I don't have much to bring; I can manage."
"Who wants to help you move things," Sylvaine replied. "We're your family, you know? Don't let Mr. Nightblade think that our Catriona has no one behind her."
Uh...
Why does this feel a bit off...?
"Um, excuse me, what does that have to do with him?" Catriona asked.
Eulalia waved her hand dismissively. "Don't mind the details. Regardless, we are still your family."
"Alright!" Catriona thought it made sense. When her friends came to pick her up, if Roderick had any second thoughts, he would have to think twice.
Sylvaine declared, "At that time, I'll call a hundred cars with flower to park at the entrance of Luna Palace, to give you some flair."
"Uh... that's not really necessary, Sylvaine," Catriona chuckled awkwardly. "Isn't that a bit exaggerated? Too ostentatious?"
Why does it feel like a wedding? She was leaving Luna Palace, not getting married. Thinking about that scene, it felt more like a gang war.
What if they provoked that wolf's anger and caused unnecessary trouble?
"Although it sounds pretty cool to think about," Eulalia said, sipping her coffee slowly, "but Sylvaine, you really won't fly abroad the next day, will you?"
Sylvaine smirked and chuckled, "Eulalia, when will your brain get a bit smarter?"
"What do you mean?"
Sylvaine pointed her chin toward Catriona. "Who does Mr. Nightblade like now? Who are we to him? We are friends of the woman he loved."
"Mr. Nightblade is probably thinking about how to please us right now."
Eulalia paused for a moment, then said in a daze, "Oh, you might be right." The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. "I bet Mr. Nightblade will one day come to me personally, throwing a card my way: 'You're Catriona's friend, right? Help me out.'"
"And then, just like standing on the shoulders of giants, I'd smirk and say, 'Who do you think you're looking down on? Am I the type to sell out my friends for money?'"
Eulalia pondered and then chuckled to herself, laughing aloud: "I would seriously tell him: don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have money! Hahaha! Mr. Nightblade must have looked quite grim!"
Sylvaine twitched her lips: "Let's not mention your ancient novel cliches; if that day really comes, are you sure you won't charge, Eulalia?"
Eulalia chuckled mischievously and said to Catriona: "Bestie, I'm counting on you to make me rich!"
Catriona took a sip of her coffee and replied: "What's up? Did another comic flop?"
Eulalia clutched her chest, feigning a dramatic collapse: "Bestie, have mercy on me!"
Suddenly, her tone turned serious: "On a serious note, Catriona, do you have feelings for Mr. Nightblade?"
Catriona replied nonchalantly: "Of course not."
"Really not?" Sylvaine chimed in.
Catriona lowered her gaze, took a sip of coffee, and affirmed, "Really not."
