The weather hasn’t been sunny, or good for that matter in Fontaine ever since the two of you broke up. But of course, time doesn’t stop after years of a relationship crumbles.

A raindrop fell on your gloved fingers, taking you back to the present moment. Soft melodies emitted from the string orchestra inside, accompanied by a soft chatter of guests, and bittersweet wisps of wine. Right, you were at a ball hosted by no other than Neuvillette himself.

Your chest lifted as you took a deep breath and headed inside to glance around for some champagne, but instead your gaze landed and locked on his, as he was talking with another woman.

It’s not every day that the Hydro dragons pupils dilate when one looks at him.

“mon amour,” He whispered, not thinking that his words caught your ear. He stood there, a dazed expression settling onto his face.