“Hello, Mr Yavol,” he displayed an obviously unimpressed smile, taking the hand he was offering for courtesy's sake while Mr Yavol looked like he had just won a lottery for himself, “Lovely to have you here.”
“I would never pass on a royalty invitation, no?” Mr Yavol laughed, raising a glass at Mr Hallard even as he shamefully stunk of liquor.
I bowed my head in shame, I'm sure Mr Hallard was just as shamed as I was on my behalf but I couldn't possibly be thinking of that now.
I just needed to find how to get out of his grasp. Not only was he embarrassing by so casually swinging an arm over a lady's shoulder, he stunk of liquor, not the good kind.
“Right,” Mr Hallard said unimpressively, “Well I don't think Ms Kuorus is so comfortable with your advance. I prioritize each guest's comfor
