Abrielle was irritated by Alfonso's voice, which was particularly charming tonight. Yet it ruined her taste buds, and the white wine started leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
"I never imagined you would arrive so early, dear sister-in-law." Alfonso sneered at her.
"It was unfortunate that my outfit didn't take longer or the road was smooth tonight." Abrielle let out a snarky comment.
Her jaw clenched, and thanks to the mask, her irritation was hidden. She recognized his voice as soon as she heard it behind her. Abrielle drew in a breath before turning towards the direction of the voice.
Leaning against a marble pillar, her least-liked brother-in-law was dressed in a midnight-blue coat embroidered with gold, a mask to match.
