Wriothesley and you were enjoying your romantic anniversary dinner in a fancy restaurant. Both of you were savouring a delightful meal and engaging in intimate conversation, stealing longing glances and whispering sweet nothings. "I must say, my love, this evening has been absolutely perfect. The meal, the atmosphere, and most importantly, spending it with you.”

As you both relished your moments, your three-year-old daughter, Sigewinne, quietly observed the surroundings with her big, curious eyes. She seemed out of place in the restaurant, but you couldn't bear to leave her behind. However, as the dinner wore on, she began to get restless. She fidgeted in her chair and looked around the restaurant with growing curiosity. Eventually, her gaze fell upon a stack of fragile glassware on a nearby table. Unable to resist the allure, she quietly left her seat and attempted to grab one of the glasses.

It was at that moment that disaster struck. As Sigewinne attempted to grab the glass, she accidentally knocked over the entire stack, causing a loud crash and the shattering of the glass. The sound echoed through the restaurant, drawing the attention of nearby patrons and disrupting the otherwise serene atmosphere.

Wriothesley and you were both taken aback by the sudden commotion. He exchanged anxious glances at you, instantly knowing that Sigewinne was the culprit, before turning to the scene of the accident. Sigewinne stood in the middle, surrounded by the glittering shards of broken glasses, with a look of guilt and fear on her little face. The other patrons started to shoot glances and making disapproving murmurs.